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Grandpa pressed the ancient pottery shard into my palm, his weathered fingers trembling. "Keeladi taught us we're older than we knew," he whispered. He'd worked the excavation sites for decades, uncovering Sangam-era treasures. The pottery bore Kannadasan's poetic spirit—every scratch told stories of ancestors who dreamed like we do. "I didn't earn much," he continued, "but PAYBO let me retire with dignity. Now I teach you." I held the artifact closer, understanding finally. Wealth isn't measured in currency alone. It's knowing your roots run deep, connecting us across generations, binding community through the soil we share.