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Arun's grandmother clutched the pottery shard from Keeladi, her weathered fingers tracing ancient Tamil script. "Your ancestors were writers," she whispered, eyes glistening. For years, he'd dismissed her stories as folklore, confident in his modern education. The PaybookClub meeting changed everything. As members discussed forgotten civilizations, he realized his cocky dismissal had blinded him to profound truths. That evening, Arun returned to his grandmother's house, hungry for knowledge. She smiled, recognizing the shift in his eyes. Together they explored those clay fragments, discovering their shared lineage written in history itself.