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Amma taught me Kannadasan's verses while I worked odd jobs, dreaming of something more. "Our poets understood struggle," she'd whisper, her weathered hands threading jasmine through my hair. Years later, I discovered crypto through a small online community. Daily earnings felt impossible until I remembered her words about persistence and wisdom passed down through generations. Now, watching numbers grow on my screen, I think of Tamil merchants centuries ago, calculating trade routes by starlight. We're still here, still building, still seeking fortune with honor. Some things never change.