Rate me pls

Grandmother's trembling fingers hovered over her phone. She'd uploaded a photo of her freshly ground kolam, intricate patterns blooming across the courtyard in Srivilliputhur colors—crimson and gold. "Rate me," she typed hesitantly, then paused. Her grandchildren had explained social rewards, those little hearts and stars that made people feel seen. Ammu nervously pressed send. Within minutes, beaming faces appeared. Comments poured in—cousins from cities remembering her kolams, strangers moved by the Tamil artistry. Someone wrote, "This is our heritage dancing." Her eyes glistened. Not about points anymore. Just community recognizing what her hands knew by heart.