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Grandmother laughed, her gold bangles chiming as she read Kannadasan's poetry aloud. I'd returned home after months, laptop glowing with my new crypto venture. She didn't understand blockchain, but she understood my smile. "Your grandfather would've loved this," she said, touching my face. "Building something yourself." That evening, I earned my first daily rewards while sitting beside her, listening to verses about love and struggle. The irony wasn't lost—old wisdom meeting new wealth. She squeezed my hand. "Our people always knew growth," she whispered. "You're just using different tools, beta." In that moment, heritage and future became one.