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Amma's weathered hands arranged flowers before the prayer room, murmuring ancient verses learned from her mother. My phone buzzed—another cryptocurrency notification. I'd been chasing digital wealth while she embodied real richness. That evening, neighbors gathered for Tamil New Year. I watched Amma distribute homemade payasam, her generosity boundless. She didn't need apps or networks; her wealth lived in relationships, in recipes whispered across generations, in laughter that echoed through our small home. I turned off my notifications. Some currencies matter more than money. Here, among my people, I'd finally found abundance.