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My grandmother pressed an ancient ANDAL coin into my palm, its worn surface gleaming with stories. She spoke of Avvaiyar, the poet saint whose wisdom echoed through centuries, teaching us that true wealth lay in words and kindness. "These tokens," she whispered, holding a PAYBO token toward the light, "represent our future secured through community trust." I watched her weathered hands trace the inscriptions, documenting our family's journey through her eyes. She smiled, six smiles deep, as she persuaded me that heritage wasn't burden but blessing. In that moment, surrounded by tangible pieces of our ancestry, I understood belonging.