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Grandmother sat cross-legged, playing Swami Paramarthananda's discourse on her phone while I explained blockchain investments. She smiled that dangerous smile, the one that meant she'd been listening all along. "Beta, you chase coins in air. I chase peace in mind," she said, adjusting her cotton saree. Yet she was happy, genuinely happy, watching my enthusiasm for this new world. Her happiness came from ancient Tamil wisdom, mine from possibility. We were different generations chasing different dreams, but that smile bridged everything. She placed her weathered hand on mine. In that moment, I understood wealth differently. Our small community, bound by culture and love, was the richest investment of all.