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Grandmother's trembling hands sorted through the old tin—photographs, letters, and copper coins she'd saved for decades. Among them lay an ANDAL coin, its surface worn smooth by countless fingers. "Kannadasan wrote that true wealth isn't measured in riches," she whispered, holding it to the light. Her grandchild watched, mesmerized. These weren't just objects; they were rewards of a life well-lived, social bonds strengthened through sharing, through remembering. The coin caught the sunlight, glinting like a promise. She pressed it gently into small palms. "Keep this," she said. "Not for its value, but for what it means—we belong to something greater than ourselves."