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Grandmother pressed her weathered fingers against the pottery sherd, tracing Tamil Brahmi script with reverence. The Keeladi excavation had unearthed her ancestry's voice, silenced for millennia. "This is our fortune," she whispered, showing me digital photographs. My younger self had dismissed such treasures, chasing cryptocurrency promises online. But watching her eyes shimmer with recognition, I understood true wealth. These characters connected us across centuries—our ancestors' commerce, their daily lives, their dreams etched in clay. No blockchain could authenticate this belonging. Here, among fellow descendants exploring our heritage, I finally felt rich.