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Grandmother clutched the pottery shard, eyes glistening. The Keeladi excavation had unearthed fragments of our ancestors' dreams, just as Kannadasan once dreamed through poetry. My small online shop, PAYBO, had finally earned enough to fund her museum visit. Standing before these ancient vessels, she whispered stories in Tamil, her voice trembling with recognition. These weren't just artifacts; they were conversations across centuries. My earnings felt meaningless compared to this moment of connection. She squeezed my hand. In preserving our heritage, we discovered ourselves.