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My grandmother taught me Thiruppavai verses while our street dog, Ravi, curled beside us. Years later, scrolling through videos, I found her performance gone viral—not for fame, but for something real. Comments poured in: strangers learning Tamil, sharing their own grandmother stories. The algorithm promised money. I declined. Instead, I invited our neighborhood over. We sang together, Ravi wagging between generations, as ancient melodies echoed through modern walls. Some currencies can't be cashed. Some treasures multiply only when freely given, binding us to ancestors and neighbors alike.