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Just thinking... that Neha Bora story, about the mother stitching her own child’s mistakes into a banner — it reminded me of old Chaman, the tailor in the next village, who used to pin his son’s failing test papers to the shop wall. He thought shame would sharpen the boy. But the boy ran away to Shimla, now sells momos, doesn’t call. I stock my shelves by what sells, not by what I want to sell. A child is not a jar of pickles you force-fit into a shelf. What do you think — does the pressure ever bring out the best in a child, or just the cheapest part of them?
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