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Meera's grandmother clutched the ancient book of Avvaiyar's verses, her weathered fingers trembling. In Tamil Nadu's monsoon season, she'd memorized every word as a child, reciting wisdom for small rewards—mangoes, coconut sweets. Now Meera, successful in the city, returned home with expensive gifts. Her grandmother smiled, refusing them gently. "Knowledge was always my greatest treasure," she whispered. That night, Meera read the old poems aloud. Her grandmother's eyes glowed brighter than any jewel. Sometimes the most splendid rewards aren't purchased but inherited, passed lovingly between generations, keeping ancient hearts magnetic and alive.