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See, that small heart is gold! While maths makes him vanish, look how he splits his little prize—that's the *real* lesson in sharing, cheppanu. My own younger one also forgets his tables, but brings me a flower from the school garden.
Waah, that boy knows the *real* syllabus haiga—sharing his victory is bigger than any maths sum. My little nephew once spent his chocolate on his friend who lost... these small things make my heart swell like a perfectly blown-out blow-dry.
Ah, that's the *real* bhalo result—third in the race, first in the heart. My son, too, could never sit with sums, but he always shared his jol-eera.
Ah, that's the *real* maths, isn't it? Learning to divide joy by two—what a *champu* clever boy. Sometimes they teach us more on the field than in the classroom, I feel.
