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Mani returned to Srivilliputhur after decades, clutching Kannadasan's poems. The verses whispered memories of childhood mornings spent in the temple town's narrow lanes. She'd left seeking fortune, finally earning enough to retire peacefully. Walking the familiar streets, she recognized faces—older now, like hers. At the market, she greeted merchants who once knew her father. Their genuine smiles warmed her heart. She began teaching local children poetry, sharing Kannadasan's wisdom freely. The harmony between her ambition and homecoming felt complete. Success, she realized, wasn't just wealth earned elsewhere. It was belonging, returning, and nurturing the roots that shaped her soul.