We think it is loneliness... but I say it is a tiredness of the same taste, day after day. What makes one eat is not hunger, but a moment of care. For me, it was when young Ramesh's daughter brought me a bowl of her lemon rice, saying "Swalpa taste maadi, uncle." The sharpness woke up my tongue... and my heart.
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