hey mister !

The old coin dealer's weathered hands trembled as he unwrapped the ANDAL Coins my grandmother had saved. She'd collected them during Thiruppavai season, each one representing a small prayer, a quiet devotion she'd never spoken about openly. "Hey mister, how much are these worth?" I asked nervously. He smiled, examining each coin carefully. What nobody tells you is that some treasures measure their value in stories, not rupees. These coins held her faith, her heritage, her silent strength. He handed them back gently. "Keep them. They're priceless." That day, I understood our shared legacy truly rewards us.