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My grandmother clutched the worn Kannadasan poetry collection, its pages yellowed like old photographs. She'd recited his verses to me countless times, each word a bridge between Chennai and my adopted city. When I discovered PAYBO rewards offered Tamil literature, something awakened. I began purchasing his works again, building my collection carefully. That evening, I video-called Amma, showing her the shelf. Her eyes glistened. She realized I was finally understanding what she'd always known: our diaspora identity wasn't about distance, but remembrance. Kannadasan's words traveled with us, binding generations through rewards far greater than points.