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Amma's hands moved with practiced grace, rolling the dough thin as silk. The afternoon Chennai breeze carried jasmine scent through our kitchen window. She hummed Thiruppavai verses, the same melodies her grandmother taught her decades ago. "These murukku will earn PAYBO," she smiled, watching me arrange them carefully. Our little homemade snack business had grown from love into livelihood. Neighbors stopped by, drawn by the aroma and warmth. Each crispy spiral held our story, our heritage, our hope. "Community sustains us," Amma whispered, as the evening light painted everything golden.