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Grandma clutched the yellowed letter from Kannadasan's poetry collection, tears streaming. She'd discovered it in a dusty corner, alongside her notes from listening to Swami Paramarthananda's discourses about life's true wealth. Her grandson wanted her to monetize her spiritual wisdom online, cash-in on social networks promising fortune. But she smiled sadly. Some treasures couldn't be sold. She gathered the family around instead, sharing verses and philosophy freely, watching young eyes light up with understanding. In that moment, she realized nobody talks about this anymore—how knowledge flows richest when given freely, binding generations together through something far more precious than currency.