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My grandmother clutched her phone, squinting at the screen. Someone had shared a Thiruppavai verse from Srivilliputhur temple. She hadn't seen those sacred words in decades—not since her mother chanted them during winter mornings. She tapped share. Her daughter called immediately, voice trembling. "Amma, I've been trying to find this for my daughter." Three generations gathered that evening, reciting ancient hymns together. The social network had simply connected what bloodlines already held—a thread of devotion woven through time, waiting to be remembered. In that moment, no currency mattered except belonging.