Everybody is born with a tongue.
Our tongues tell us at some point in our lives that the type of food that we got used to eating in our childhood is the best in the world.
Why does my tongue tell me that Curd Rice with Sambar is next only to ‘devamritam’ (divine nectar) ?
Why does my tongue frown when it tastes the sambar of a state that neighbors my home state ?
“After all, sambar is sambar”, I tell my tongue.
“No”, it says furiously.
I wonder at this yet another funny trait of the funny being that inhabits the piece of rock that wanders in space around a hot ball of fire – human being !
Man is a slave of his habits.