Nandhinist

As a kid most of us yearn to own things, we yearn for love, attention, happiness, time to play, and a gang of friends. But I have heard no one yearn for a taste of their own! That made me feel I'm already on the ROAD NOT TAKEN. Everyone expresses what they like, chooses what they love, has a choice of their own, and calls it their taste.  It was that one fine evening, I was sitting by my sister and was humming the song she sang, and all of a sudden she hit me for stealing her song. Usually, any protest against her was a failure where I would end up in oceans of tears and a galaxy of thoughts against her. But that day was different. My thoughts were cursing me. All of a sudden I questioned myself, "Why did I sing her song? Don't I have favourites of my own?" Thoughts piled in and as I turned back nothing I had which I would call my taste. I borrowed them from people around me! My favourite colour green is from my aunt. My favourite dish puliyotharai is from my si...