As I opened my lunch box (yes, I do take one to office daily) I could smell the wonderful deepfried potatoes, crunchy with the masala. I took a spoonful of potatoes along with the rasam sadham, and was shocked. The rasam tasted like water. Using my spoon to mix it up further didn't improve it. Slowly I realised that there was no salt in the Rasam. I sat staring at the lunchbox, wondering what to do. As usual, my favorite poet, Barathi came to my rescue. Though I doubt, whether he would have approved of this parody of his poem I wrote and sent to my wife.
நல்லதோர் உருளை செய்தே
அதை உப்பிலா ரசத்துடன் தருவதுண்டோ?
சொல்லடி அலமேலு! என்னைப்
பட்டினியாய் இங்கே கிடக்க வைத்தாய்.
ஊறுகாய் தாராயோ, இந்த
நாக்கிலும் சுவை கொஞ்சம் தெரிவதற்கே.
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