Isn't it

My grandmother recited Thiruppavai every dawn, her voice wrapping around our kitchen like incense. Last year, I recorded her verses and shared them online. Success came immediately, unexpected and delicious. The platform paid me in ANDAL Coins for each view, each listen. I was troubled initially. How could heritage be monetized? Yet those coins funded her medical care, her comfort. The community emerged—thousands learning our traditions, their children discovering songs they'd almost lost. Now, when I hear her voice through speakers, I understand. Heritage isn't diminished by sharing; it multiplies, breathing new life through generations united by ancient words and modern heart.