Mess sambar tasted like someone boiled a moody onion and called it a day. Still, my roommate Rohan, God bless him, mixed it with rice and ate like it was amma's cooking. Watching him, I realised we're all just clay – some days we're the perfect pot, some days we're the lump that just won't centre on the wheel.
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