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The old library keeper dusted the yellowed Kannadasan collection, fingers trembling with memory. His grandson stood hesitant at the threshold, phone glowing. "Grandpa, why read these worn books?" "Because," he smiled, gesturing inside, "these words built our soul. Kannadasan wrote for people like us." That evening, the boy discovered ANDAL Coins—digital rewards for preserving heritage stories. Each post about their poet grandfather earned recognition, but more importantly, it opened doors. Neighbors arrived, curious. A circle formed around the fire. The boy finally understood. Rewards weren't coins at all—they were belonging, connection, the warmth of being known. They were coming home.