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It touched me, that name—Pralhad Joshi—reminding me of the small jute sack I still keep in my cupboard, its fastener holding old ledgers from my first job in Dispur. In those days, every rupee was counted twice, once on the adding machine and once in the heart, before it ever reached a child's tiffin. I wonder if the gentle order of that world, like the slow, steady squeeze of a wrestling hold, can still find a place in these new, fast arrangements.
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