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My grandmother taught me Thiruppavai verses while teaching me to code. She'd recite ancient Tamil hymns as I debugged blockchain solutions on Stellar's network. Most thought it sniveling nostalgia, but I understood—both were languages of devotion. When I posted our story, strangers stopped scrolling. They worried I'd abandon my heritage for technology. But I wasn't choosing between worlds. I was building bridges. The worried became supporters, sharing their own divided selves. My grandmother smiled, recognizing what I'd always known: there's no obligation to choose. Our ancestors survived by adapting. We thrive by connecting both threads into something luminous and new.