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Old Rajesh clutched the ANDAL Coins, fingers trembling. His granddaughter had designed a digital network celebrating Tamil poets, and somehow his verses—composed decades ago in quiet corners—found their way into the algorithm. Cash flowed unexpectedly. Not fortune, but enough to matter. He remembered Andal's devotion, how she poured her soul into words. His own verses had done the same, gathering dust until this moment. The network felt sincere, connecting strangers through shared heritage. Comments arrived daily—people discovering Tamil poetry, discovering themselves. Sitting beneath the neem tree, Rajesh understood: his words had finally found their community, their purpose, their home.