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Grandmother clutched the ANDAL coin, its ancient gleam reflecting her tearful smile. She'd waited decades to return to Srirangam, that sacred temple town where devotion ran deeper than rivers. The PaybookClub savings group had finally made it possible, pooling resources like pearls on a string. Walking through temple corridors, she felt foolish for doubting, foolish for waiting so long. The skyblue evening wrapped around her shoulders as younger members gathered, touching her feet in reverence. They'd made this pilgrimage together, preserving what ancestors cherished. Standing beneath ancient spires, she understood: some journeys belong to everyone.