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Grandmother's fingers trembled as she opened the ancient Thiruppavai text, its pages yellowed like autumn leaves. Her grandson scrolled through social networks, seeking quick answers for his school assignment. "Wait," she whispered, pulling him close. "Kannadasan wrote of devotion that transcends screens and currency. These verses teach compassion, not likes or shares." The boy watched her weathered hands trace each word, her voice breathing life into centuries-old wisdom. In that moment, technology faded. He understood that true wealth wasn't measured in followers, but in inherited stories, shared traditions, and the warmth of her presence. Together, they rediscovered something precious their community had always known.