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Everyday on the internet I see the deaths of so many obese white people, and I always wonder how bad their society's opinion on food can be. And that's when I realize how different they and I are. What do you mean they've never had hot and soft dosas for their breakfast made by their mother? How came they've never gotten so bored of upma being made everyday, but can't speak up when they're craving it randomly? Or what about idli. Have they never dipped those soft,fat sponges into the sambar and let it absorb all the flavour and when you finally put it in your mouth, you can feel the taste of all the spices and vegetables in a single moment? How come they have never tried Idiyappam or Pittu?And when it's finally the evening. Your father has come back home from work and you and your siblings have come back from playing outside with the neighbour's kids and your mother brings in hot tea with biscuits and you discuss about anything and everything. You've just had dinner, and you're all gathered around now because your dad's cutting up mangoes. And you eat them till your hands have juice dripping down them and your clothes have yellow spots on them. You and your siblings fight for the better mango slices while your parents sacrifice theirs and suck on the seed itself. How come they've never experienced this? If they have never felt the joy of getting to experience the art that is food, then I can only imagine how bad their society thinks about food.