Can be your best friend but can be your worst enemy.

Grandmother's fingers trembled as she scrolled through the social app, watching her granddaughter's Carnatic music concert video gain thousands of coins. The money could fund her classical training beautifully. Yet anxiety crept in. Comments turned cruel. Followers demanded more, faster, cheaper performances. What began as honoring Tamil heritage became a desperate chase for validation and rupees. One evening, grandmother played the veena herself, unplugged and unhurried. Her granddaughter listened, remembering why she loved music first. The real wealth wasn't digital; it was here, in shared songs, in tradition passed down through generations, in community that actually mattered.