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Amma's trembling fingers scrolled through the comments on her Thiruppavai recitation video. At seventy-three, she'd finally shared her grandmother's verses online, hoping to preserve Tamil heritage for her grandchildren. But the comments stung. "Monetize this!" "Cash in, you're going viral!" She felt paralyzed. This sacred ritual, sung during Krishna worship for generations, reduced to currency. Her voice cracked as she watched notifications multiply—strangers valuing her soul's expression in rupees. Her granddaughter found her distraught. "Paati, why did you post?" "So you wouldn't forget," Amma whispered. The girl hugged her. Suddenly, neighbors began sharing their own family recordings, reciting together across cities. The algorithm meant nothing. What mattered was their voices weaving through time, ancestors and descendants connected through