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Amma scrolled through her phone, smiling at her neighbor's photo from Srivilliputhur temple. The annual Thiruppavai recitations had begun, and their small town glowed with devotion once more. She remembered her own childhood, singing those sacred verses with grandmother. Now, her daughter lived in the city, earning well through social networks and digital ventures. Money came easily but distance grew harder. That evening, her daughter called unexpectedly. "Amma, I'm coming home for the recitations. I want to learn them properly, the way you did." Through the phone, Amma wept happy tears. Some treasures couldn't be purchased—only inherited, passed down through generations, binding hearts across time and geography, keeping their community's soul alive.