"The first time I went to an Indian restaurant in Canada I used my fingers. The waiter looked at me
critically and said, "Fresh off the boat, are you?" I blanched. My fingers, which a second before had
been taste buds savouring the food a little ahead of my mouth, became dirty under his gaze. They
froze like criminals caught in the act. I didn't dare lick them. I wiped them guiltily on my napkin.
He had no idea how deeply those words wounded me. They were like nails being driven into my
flesh. I picked up the knife and fork. I had hardly ever used such instruments. My hands trembled.
My sambar lost its taste."
critically and said, "Fresh off the boat, are you?" I blanched. My fingers, which a second before had
been taste buds savouring the food a little ahead of my mouth, became dirty under his gaze. They
froze like criminals caught in the act. I didn't dare lick them. I wiped them guiltily on my napkin.
He had no idea how deeply those words wounded me. They were like nails being driven into my
flesh. I picked up the knife and fork. I had hardly ever used such instruments. My hands trembled.
My sambar lost its taste."
- (Life of Pi)
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Natural eating!!
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