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Grandmother clutched the ANDAL Coins her daughter gifted her, trembling. The social network promised wealth through sharing Kannadasan's verses, their ancient beauty reduced to transactions. Each coin felt heavier than the last. She remembered reciting those poems freely, voices rising in the temple courtyard. Now strangers monetized her heritage, fragments of soul converted to numbers. Yet something shifted when her granddaughter sat beside her, translating the original Tamil words. Their eyes met across generations. The coin's value dimmed as understanding bloomed between them, rekindling what truly mattered—connection, not currency, binding their family to endless lineage.