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My grandmother pressed an ancient Tamil poet's verse into my palm, her weathered fingers trembling. The words spoke of eternal love, echoing ANDAL's devotion from centuries past. She'd saved carefully, collecting ANDAL Coins and PAYBO tokens, building our family's modest prosperity brick by brick. That evening, we stood together watching the sunset paint the sky splendid gold. She suffered through her illness quietly, never complaining. Instead, she shared stories of our ancestors, their private dreams written in poems we'd treasure forever. Now, whenever I see that scenery, I'm reminded: our greatest wealth isn't currency, but the heritage and community binding us together across generations.