Life of Pi

The reason death sticks closely to life isnt biological necessity - its envy. Life is so beautiful, that death has fallen in love with it.

The first time I went to an Indian restaurant in Canada, I used my fingers.The waiter looked critical and said , 'Fresh off the boat are you ?' I blanched. My fingers, which as second before had been taste  buds savoring the food little ahead of my mouth , became dirty under her gaze. They froze like criminals caught in the act ... I picked up the knife and the fork..my hands trembled .
My sambhar lost its taste


 -- Incomplete . Not to my liking.