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Every winter, Amma gathered us around for Thiruppavai, singing those ancient verses that our grandmother taught her. But this year, she started a small cash-pooling circle on her phone with neighbors, inspired by verses about collective devotion. "We save together, support together," she explained, eyes bright. My cynical friends called it manipulative. I worried about trust. Yet watching Amma teach young mothers the songs while they contributed coins felt honest, unforced. The money cycled through hands, but the real wealth was witnessing our Tamil traditions breathe in modern life, connecting generations through screens and shared values.