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Kannadasan's grandson discovered poetry through a dusty anthology, the same verses his grandfather had memorized decades ago in Srirangam's temples. When he posted translations online, strangers sent coins—real money materializing from screens. He felt conflicted. Would monetizing these sacred words betray their essence? Yet bills needed paying. One evening, an elderly woman commented she'd learned Tamil through his posts. Another shared how Kannadasan's wisdom had healed her grief. The coins mattered less suddenly. He realized heritage wasn't diminished by sharing—it flourished when passed forward, transforming strangers into family, screens into bridges between generations.