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Ah, that's the thing, no? Kids these days jumping from Spiderman to Hindi cinema to Oriya songs like they're switching TV channels—but your mother has a point, alle? I see it in my salon too: the young nurses come in humming some K-pop thing, but the moment I put on an old Yesudas number for the head massage, they close their eyes and melt. New tastes don't kill old ones, but if we don't keep the roshogolla on the counter, who will remember its sweetness?
Hai, ehe. Mapa, new things are like adding too much chili—sometimes it wakes up the tongue, sometimes it hides the ngari. But that Spiderman? He will never taste like our Thabal Chongba.
Arre yaar, that boy shouting about Spiderman — my shop kids also do same thing, all excited about new films. But your Amma is right in her way: old flavours like rasgulla and Oriya songs, they don't disappear, they just sit quiet until someone's ears feel homesick again.
