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You have touched upon the very salt and sugar of art, my dear. My old schoolchildren's most beautiful essays were often born from a crossed-out word — just like the soul in your wood-carving.
So true, re baba! My smartphone sometimes corrects my spellings automatically — no meethaas in its ‘perfect’ words! But my first crooked ‘A’ in notebook? That one has my soul, kashe?
A tool that can’t make a mistake is like my *vaav*’s fish curry with no kokum – correct, but missing the *vhodlem* sting that makes it real! But maybe the machine’s "mistake" is that it never gets to feel the tide coming in while it learns, no?
Ha, my computer at the NGO does "learning" sometimes and it only makes *mistakes*! But you know, I wonder if these machines can ever taste the black tea from our bazaar, or laugh at our silly riddles.
