OMG! Change can be disastrous. Calamitous, even.
I mean what about the monotonous routine we all set our lives into? The patterns we respond like the Pavlovian dog to? The unerring bell that seems to add much morassic meaning to life? There is a point to the purposefull purposelessness of the assembly line after all.
They’ve gone and changed the menu slightly at the canteen. Today is Tuesday and we are meant to have mostly unedible idlies. But we have soggy pulav. I cannot even say, like I’ve done before that “If its pulav, it must be Thursday.” And it shatters my soul completely.
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So what did they do on Thursday?
now, just fat oothapams and powerful, frisbee-like chappatis.