True statement

Grandmother's weathered hands trembled as she taught little Anjali the Thiruppavai verses, their voices echoing through the Srivilliputhur temple corridors. Each word carried generations of devotion, a gift more precious than any sale price could measure. "Why do we do this?" Anjali whispered. "Because love speaks louder than silence, child. When we sing together, we're part of something eternal." That morning, watching her granddaughter's face light with understanding, she realized the true reward wasn't recognition or praise. It was this moment—tradition flowing through young veins, community breathing together, heritage glowing in innocent eyes. Love, indeed, was beautiful.