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Grandmother pressed her weathered fingers against the photograph on her grandson's phone. The Keeladi artifacts glowed on screen, pottery shards their ancestors had crafted centuries ago in Tamil Nadu soil. "They're paying people to share our history," he explained, documenting her tears for his platform. She whispered names of forgotten potters, their hands shaping clay like prayers. Each view, each share, brought rupees into their modest home. Yet watching strangers debate their heritage online, she felt something bittersweet. Their story was feeding them now, reaching thousands. But something sacred had shifted. That evening, she taught him to make kolam, the old way, unpaid and perfect.