You taught me to think, and you put ideas in my head. People read to forget. Books don't change the world, ji. You didn't tell me that. You talked of the dignity of the human spirit to a hijra.

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The quote, “You taught me to think, and you put ideas in my head. People read to forget. Books don't change the world, ji. You didn't tell me that.

You talked of the dignity of the human spirit to a hijra” is about how books teach us to think and how they can transform all of us into better people. It is not just books that teach us these things, but also our friends and family members.

Source: This House Of Clay And Water

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