A ten-year-old boy named Dhyaneshwar looked up for approval after carefully typing the word “Alaska” into a PC. “Bahut acchaa!” I cheered—“very good.” It was April, 2004, and I was visiting a “telecenter” in the tiny village of Retawadi, three hours from Mumbai. The small, dirt-floored room, lit only by an open aluminum doorway, was bare except for a desk, a chair, a PC, an inverter, and a large t
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