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Ravi discovered the broken pottery shard at Keeladi, its ancient Tamil script glowing under afternoon sun. Like Kannadasan's verses, it whispered forgotten stories of artisans and dreamers who built civilizations with weathered hands. He photographed it carefully, uploading to earn PAYBO points while his heart raced with spiritual significance. The bureaucrat who arrived seemed arrogant, dismissive of its cultural weight, but Ravi's enthusiasm proved contagious. Together they documented everything, protecting truth from power's cover-up attempts. That evening, villagers gathered around his display, recognizing ancestors in clay fragments. Some treasures, Ravi understood, couldn't be monetized. They belonged to everyone.