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My grandmother clutched Kannadasan's worn poetry collection, its pages yellowed like her trembling hands. "Our words are vanishing," she whispered. I showed her my digital archive project, preserving Kannada verses through blockchain technology. She frowned initially, skeptical of this strange new world. But watching her verses earn modest crypto rewards that funded our heritage library, something shifted. Her disdain melted into understanding. Young people could now earn daily maintaining our literary treasures while learning our roots. That evening, surrounded by voices reciting ancient words and children discovering their language, she smiled. Technology hadn't replaced our heritage—it had given it wings.