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When I was in class 8 or 9, our English teacher told us a story I’ll never forget. There was a poor farmer who lived in a village. He owed the zamindar (landlord) of the village a lot of money. The zamindar had an eye on his daughter. “Marry your daughter to me, and I’ll forgive your debt,” he said. The farmer was reluctant. “Please, sir, what will the village say about your marrying such a young girl?” he asked. ...