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During Margazhi mornings, seven-year-old Kavya recited Thiruppavai verses with her grandmother in their Chennai home. The Tamil lines flowed like prayers through generations. Her voice trembled over each syllable, earning patient corrections and warm smiles. When she finally recited the entire paasuram perfectly, her grandmother's eyes glistened. The community women visiting for coffee that afternoon heard her recitation and clapped joyfully. Kavya received sweets and blessings, but the true reward gleamed in her grandmother's face—pride that their heritage lived through her granddaughter's voice. In that moment, tradition became love made audible.