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Grandmother sat before the ancient harmonium, her weathered fingers finding notes that seemed to come from somewhere beyond memory. Young Arun watched, mesmerized by the Carnatic music flowing through their modest apartment. "This is what Swami Paramarthananda taught us," she whispered. "That true wealth isn't what you earn and put away. It's what you give." She'd learned these ragas decades ago, never for money, but because the melodies carried something sacred. Now, surrounded by family eager to learn, she realized her greatest treasure wasn't stored away—it lived in their listening hearts. In teaching them, she'd found everything.