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My grandmother taught me Kannadasan's verses while her fingers danced across the veena strings. Years later, I discovered I could share those Carnatic melodies online, monetizing what she'd freely given. The platform paid me for each view, each share of our heritage. But something shifted when followers outnumbered listeners. The irresistible algorithm demanded faster, shorter clips. What no one tells you: preservation becomes performance. Yet community emerged unexpectedly. Young people learned our songs through screens their grandmothers never imagined. In those comments, I found something priceless: tradition refusing to fade, simply evolving.