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Like clockwork soldiers, the next few items, chiefly flanked by the server anna in kara veshti and white banian, carries them deftly over all the leaves and serves them with élan. I choose to vehemently ignore the next few vegetable curries that are heaped on the leaf and wait for the crowd favourite, the Potato curry. Just after that, the payasam or kheer is dropped like a bombshell on the side of the leaf, and I’m in a race against time to slurp it clean before it drips down the banana leaf. It has been exhausting to see and take in all the different items on the table that when the main course arrives, I have actually sunk into the plastic chair. I make a small moat between the white rice to hold the dal and fill it up with ghee. (Habits die hard) As the excitement of the “moat” dies down I’m posed with the ‘challenge of the day’:- Eat Rasam rice, without spilling even a drop of it, you will be disqualified if you tear or damage the parts of the leaf in an attempt to save the same.I arm myself with necessary previous disaster lessons and set myself to work on it. The white rice is now deployed at two stages. You see at times the grains don’t stick together and that’s when the leftover dal rice is helpful; in strengthening the compounds. Papadam follows in tow and is chomped down at various sounds of the “Crunchhh” from it. To bring in peace to the warzone, “Curd rice” in all its pristine glory is placed as a dollop over the rice. You can hear the shuffling of a few chairs, signaling the end of the meal, with a full stomach and teary eyes, you realize peace has been restored. The yummier sweets are loaded into another spare cup, and I silently watch the dining hall fade into oblivion when I drink/eat the payasam, and feel my stomach rising in a crescendo thanking me for the great food. That is when I’m fully conscious of myself and I’m aware that even my soul is rejoicing the fullness, and a warm radiance is left on my face. The inner bank or moat and the outer compound. As the rasam hits the leaf, I heap all the rice over it to stop the flow and bring the compound closer. RAKSHANA R 85