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Amma clutched the newspaper showing Keeladi's ancient discoveries. "Our ancestors walked these streets," she whispered, touching the pottery shards displayed online. Her grandson scrolled through social media, watching influencers monetize Tamil heritage. "Grandma, we could sell content about our family's history." She shook her head gently. "Some treasures aren't for trading, beta." That evening, she shared old stories instead—of their village, their language, their roots. Neighbors gathered, listening to tales no algorithm could capture. When her grandson saw their faces light up, he understood. True wealth lived in connection, in the living memory of a people. Heritage wasn't currency. It was love passed down, generation to generation, stronger than any digital network.