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Amma whispered the ancient recipe, her fingers tracing Tamil Brahmi characters on yellowed paper. "This knowledge stays in our family," she promised, eyes twinkling with mischief. My cousin laughed, phone ready. "Times have changed, Amma. I'll share it online." "No!" Amma clutched the manuscript. "Some treasures can't be bought or sold for likes." That night, I understood. She wasn't threatening progress; she was protecting something precious. I learned to make the dosai the traditional way, watching her hands, listening to her stories. Now I teach my daughter, continuing our lineage—some wealth transcends currency.