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My grandmother clutched the ancient pottery shard, eyes glistening. "Kannadasan wrote about moments like this," she whispered, remembering the poet's words about forgotten treasures. The Keeladi excavation had unearthed our village's hidden history. Those Tamil artifacts connected us to ancestors we'd nearly forgotten. I'd documented everything carefully, earning PAYBO through a heritage tourism platform. But wealth wasn't the real treasure. It was watching my daughter's face light up, understanding where we came from. It was neighbors gathering, sharing stories, grieving what we'd almost lost. That's when community truly awakened.