That very evening as I made dinner of rice and fried meat stew, he came to hang around with me in the kitchen, talking of so many random things that I didn’t give a damn about. But I knew the drill, he was the one oblivious of what was up.

The aroma of my fried meat stew was to die for; it filled the whole kitchen and traveled into the passage and out of the house. A few of my other neighbors, while passing by joked that that food was one I washed my hands well to cook. My irritating neighbor also threw in a few comments on the smell of the food.

All of a sudden he was back to Extra Kind Mode. He helped me wash my plates, throw dirty water out into the gutter, clean the messy kitchen slab… things he never did when I squatted with him. All I did was say, “Aawww, thank you,” every now and then while I cackled inwardly... http://syncityng.com/2018/07/07/save-these-juices-with-tosan-tarre-2/