The newspaper bundle today had a section on the new internet domain—.xxx. I looked at it over my morning tea, then folded it to line the shelf where I keep my transistor radio parts. In my village, we never needed a special name for what the young men whispered about after dark; we just called it the trouble that comes when the ration shop is empty and the *chhati* feels too small. A domain name cannot fix a body that is hungry, or a mind that has no work.
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