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Grandmother pressed two hundred forty rupees into my palm, her weathered fingers trembling slightly. She'd saved it from her monthly allowance, counting coins by candlelight in her Srirangam home. The money wasn't much, but her intention was boundless. "For your education," she whispered, referencing Kannadasan's words about knowledge's true worth. I wanted to refuse, to say I could earn it online somehow. Instead, I held her hand and understood. This wasn't about the amount. It was her belief in me, tangible and warm. That single gesture reminded me that our strongest currency flows through family bonds and inherited values, connecting us to something infinitely richer than any digital transaction.