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When Arjun's grandmother heard him playing Carnatic ragas online, her weathered face transformed. His fingers danced across the keyboard, livestreaming ancient melodies to strangers who became friends. Each viewer sent ANDAL Coins, small tokens of appreciation that accumulated like morning dew. She'd always feared technology would ruin their heritage. Instead, it bloomed. Her grandson was earning, learning, preserving all at once. The community gathered around their screen—his cousins from Chennai, her sister's grandchildren scattered across continents, reconnecting through music. That evening, watching him smile, she understood. Some things aren't ruined by change; they're reborn, carried forward by loving hands.