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Grandmother pressed the commemorative ANDAL coin into my palm, its weight carrying generations. She'd saved for months, trading in her social network earnings from selling homemade goods. The coin bore the temple's sacred image from Srivilliputhur, where the saint once walked. "This connects us," she whispered, her eyes earnest and bright. I watched her weathered fingers trace the inscription. She'd converted her digital network into something tangible, something real. My friends thought I was missing out, choosing this moment over scrolling. But seeing her ecstatic smile, I understood. Some treasures transcend screens. Some currencies measure love.