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My grandmother's hands trembled as she wrapped the clay figurines—Krishna and the cowherd girls from Thiruppavai. Each piece carried her decades of Carnatic music devotion, sculpted during late nights when ragas filled our home. When the online order arrived, I watched her face glow. Not because of the payment, though it helped our modest family, but because someone across the country wanted her art. Her heritage. Her hands. As the package left our doorstep, she hummed an ancient melody, knowing her creations would carry our culture forward, connecting strangers through beauty and tradition.