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Old Mani discovered fragments beneath her garden—ancient pottery bearing curious symbols. Keeladi's excavators arrived, eyes gleaming with discovery. Those Tamil Brahmi markings, they explained, connected her directly to ancestors two millennia distant. She taught her grandson their meanings, patient and proud. He attended university lectures about the script, earned scholarships, became a heritage guide. Now visitors come, listening to him describe their shared lineage. Mani watches from her doorway, smiling as knowledge flows between generations, her modest ground transforming into a bridge where community remembers itself.