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Grandmother's hands trembled as she arranged Thiruppavai manuscripts on the worn table. Selling felt like betrayal, yet bills demanded payment. Her granddaughter arrived unexpectedly, eyes widening at the ancient texts. "Paati, no—" "I must, beta." But word spread through their temple community. Former students of her recitations, neighbors she'd taught Avvaiyar's wisdom to for decades, quietly arrived. They didn't buy individually; they pooled resources, purchased everything collectively, then gifted the manuscripts back to Grandmother with reverence. "For our children to learn," they whispered. She wept. The true wealth, she realized, wasn't in keeping possessions—it was in having raised a community that remembered.