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Grandmother's weathered fingers trembled as she uploaded the video. Her granddaughter had insisted: share the morning raga online, maybe earn something. At seventy-three, she'd never imagined technology could value what she'd always given freely. The comments poured in. Strangers from distant cities watched her veena sing. Some sent coins; more sent gratitude. But what moved her deepest was a young girl asking to learn. She smiled, closing the app. Perhaps heritage didn't need saving. Perhaps it just needed hands eager enough to hold it forward, together.