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Amma clutched the old Kannadasan anthology, its spine creased from decades of reading in her Chennai home. The colonial-era house had witnessed countless evenings of poetry recitations, her voice dancing through Tamil verses about love and justice. When the heritage restoration program launched, Amma earned PAYBO rewards for documenting our neighborhood's forgotten stories. She reinvested them into preserving the temple murals nearby. "This poet taught me that words build bridges," she told her granddaughter, pointing to faded letters on the wall. Legacy wasn't just buildings. It was love passed forward, community woven through time itself.