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My grandmother taught me Thiruppavai verses while counting ANDAL Coins she'd saved in a clay pot. Each morning during December, we'd recite the devotional hymns together, and she'd reward my memory with shimmering coins. Years later, I discovered these coins held value in our social network. But the real treasure wasn't monetary. It was watching my daughter learn the same verses, earning her own coins, understanding that wealth meant connection. We gathered neighbors for Margali celebrations, pooling our coins toward community projects. The ancient songs still echoed, binding us through generations, proving that true riches flow through shared heritage and belonging.