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Grandmother laughed so hard tears streamed down her weathered face, showing me her phone screen. Her great-grandson had decoded ancient Tamil Brahmi script using blockchain technology, making our Thiruppavai verses immutable and accessible forever. "Look," she wheezed, "our baby preserved what empires couldn't destroy." Years of grief watching traditions fade suddenly transformed into joy. She clutched my hand, eyes glistening. "Our words live eternally now, beta. The whole world sees us." That evening, our community gathered around her, listening to verses older than memory, suddenly alive and shared.