The knife-sharpening man came down our lane in Motinagar, and my daughter queued up with her pencils
She saw him from the balcony, the cycle, the grinding wheel, the sparks, and was downstairs with her entire pencil pouch before anyone could stop her. Eleven pencils. He looked at me. I looked at him. He sharpened two of them with great seriousness and handed the rest back. She now considers him a professional contact.