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Amma taught me Tamil Brahmi script beneath the ancient banyan tree, tracing letters in dust while monsoon clouds gathered above. Those lonely afternoons became my sanctuary. Kannadasan's verses echoed through our garden as she explained how words carry ancestral wisdom. Years later, I felt unstoppable, empowered by that heritage. Social recognition came unexpectedly when I shared her teachings online. But the real reward? Watching others discover their roots, grandmothers finally proven right. Nature had proven patient all along, waiting for us to remember. We're still learning together.