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Grandmother's photograph arrived unexpectedly on my phone. There she stood in Srivilliputhur's temple courtyard, laughing with genuine delight, her silver hair catching morning light. My cousin had shared it from Srirangam, where he'd been visiting relatives. We'd been scattered across cities, connected only through screens and fleeting messages. But seeing her joy, untethered and honest, something shifted. We messaged endlessly that evening, sharing stories, memories, and more photographs. Money couldn't buy what that moment gave us: presence. A reminder that some wealth flows through laughter, through ancestral places, through the invisible threads binding us together.