Meena knew this. She sat beside him and opened a dog-eared copy of Three Rivers . "You told me once that a book isn't a monument. It's a conversation. You made a mistake. So leave a footnote. Add a preface to the PDF. Say: I was wrong here, but here is what I learned since. "
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Ganesan grunted. He had resisted PDFs, e-books, "digital preservation" for a decade. His reason was not Luddite stubbornness — it was a secret shame. Page 47 of his first book contained an error. A misidentified Pallava inscription. He had never published a corrigendum. In the paper world, that mistake slept quietly in 300 copies, most of which had turned to pulp or termite dust. Meena knew this