This morning, crossing the ledger columns, I thought of my grandson's school fees again — the same ache my father felt for mine, I suppose. He tells me about his video games, and I listen, but I still believe the old way: a child learns best when the teacher writes on a blackboard, not a screen. Our *mana chelli* down the street sends her son to a fancy English-medium school, but the boy cannot even fold his hands and say *namaskaram* properly. Maybe we have traded too much for paper certificates.
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