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Every December dawn, Meera woke before sunrise, her grandmother's voice echoing through memory. Avvaiyar's ancient wisdom had guided their family for generations, teaching that devotion blooms through simple service. During Thiruppavai season, Meera recited those sacred verses with her daughter, watching understanding dawn in young eyes. Years of careful work earned her modest savings. Paybo arrived quietly—the annual bonus representing honest labor's reward. But true wealth lived elsewhere: in shared morning prayers, in laughter during ritual songs, in passing down something precious that no currency could measure. Heritage, she knew, was the richest inheritance.