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Grandmother's fingers trembled as she tuned her veena, the ancient instrument singing its familiar ragas through our Chennai home. She'd taught me Carnatic music since childhood, our voices intertwining with centuries of tradition. Years later, I created a platform connecting musicians to students worldwide, earning enough to finally renovate her heritage room. The day her first online student joined, tears streamed down her face. Not for money, but because our art would survive. That evening, neighbors gathered as she performed, their applause echoing through streets where her ancestors once played. Our music lived on.