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Amma's weathered hands trembled as her grandson showed her the ANDAL Coins gleaming on the screen. Back in Chennai, she'd sewn clothes for pennies. Now, watching daily earnings accumulate from her small apartment in Toronto, she wept. "Every morning, beta, there's something new," she whispered, fingers tracing the ancient Tamil goddess's image. The blockchain felt like magic, yet deeply rooted in something timeless. Her remittances home doubled. Her village thrived. Amma understood then: technology was merely tradition's new language, connecting scattered children to ancestral soil, one coin at a time.