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Every dawn, Meera swept the temple courtyard in Srirangam, her broom tracing ancient patterns. She'd recite Avvaiyar's verses, wisdom whispered by the poet-saint centuries ago. "A kind word costs nothing," the old saint had taught, and Meera lived those words. One morning, a lost child appeared, crying. Meera's gentle guidance reunited them with frantic parents. They returned with sweets, but her real reward glowed in their grateful tears. Years passed. That child now taught others Avvaiyar's poems. Communities strengthened through shared stories and inherited kindness, each generation honoring what came before.