Nandan Nilekani’s UPI thing has made even the tea shop uncle in Kohima take payments on his phone, but my wife still wraps the change in a newspaper cone for the vegetable seller. She says the old way leaves a paper trail for God, not for a server. I wonder, when his digital rails reach our village market, will the woman who walks two hours with her bitter gourd get a fairer price, or just another layer of queue? These things work well in Bangalore traffic, but here we still argue over the last banana like it’s a championship match.
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