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As I was reading a post- Healthy. Wealthy. And almost Wise. by a fellow blogger , who mentioned in that the joy of sharing food, I realised how I deeply enjoy this and hence thought that this definitely deserves a blog post, which of course is only an extension of her idea!

It happens everywhere- when colleagues open their lunch dabbas in offices, when small cute kiddos, who leave home with water bottles around their necks, open their double-decker boxes in short breaks. (The boys often show off the pokemon, superheroes and wrestling star designs on them)

It happens everywhere- when we see three auto-rickshaw wallas sitting so that two are behind and one is in the front facing them, late in the night or early in the evening, waiting for that guy to open the dabba who had his turn to cook that day.

It happens everywhere, and this being the best food sharing ever, when Gujjus meet Punjabis, when Sindhis meet Andhra-ites and when Keralites meet Maharashtrians on overnight journeys while sharing berths in trains. Because then, there is Bhatura-Shaak, Chhole-Dhokla, Koki with Pudina Chutney, Sai bhaji with Hyderabadi Biryani, Vada-Appam and Fish-curry with Pav.

The awesomeness that this is, I have heard, does not exist abroad. And Dev Kolhi, while writing lyrics, forgot to mention this one in his song "It happens only in India". There are chances that I settle abroad. Chances that a CA student has at thinking after a full day class at JK Shah Classes (that being the most popular one..yes this one's for you my friend!).But anyway, if I ever settle abroad, this might just be the thing which will pull me back to this beautiful country.

Superhero Comeback

Sitting in the corner of his room,
With his knees pressed to his chest,
Praying for a magic broom,
He is far, far from his crest.

He has more than one to care for,
More than one battle to fight,
Everything is moving fast in his head,
Searching for the light, now out of sight.

He could, with just a flick, die,
And all the world could suffer,
That would be because Mr.Superhero,
Was actually, a complete duffer.

Heavy duty, heavy fear,
And nothing is not unclear,
Weariness of the mind,
Leaves him far behind.

Another story on the news
Of Humanity's abuse,
He stands up and holds his head,
"This repression will not last", he yelled.

Makes a plunge to the ceiling,
And out into the sky,
a loud divine pealing,

(The audience would surely sigh)

Mountain strong, Cannonball-King Kong,
The world at his feet,
"Superhero, superhero", pointing to him,
A boy yelled out on the street.

After this all the action lies,
When he beats the bad guy's ass,
Saves the day, saves the city,
And in the end, he gets his lass.