I love rains. But I was a bit angry when it suddenly started pouring as I reached Krishnagiri on my way to Hosur to attend a seminar a week ago. I stopped my bullet in front of a small hotel and walked in. The idea was to have a tea and wait there until the rains gets over. After seeing people eating porotta, I had a second thought. I asked the man what was available to eat? "Sir, Chapathi, porotta and Thalakkari," said the young owner of the hotel. I never tasted Thalakkari in my life, but that was the only curry-item available now. I told him to give two porottas and a plate of Thalakkari. The man asked the old lady to clean my table. A plastic plate covered with a plantain leaf was placed in front of me. I started eating the porotta, looking at the Thalakkari. Bones in different sizes and shapes. I literally struggled, after trying to bite the fleshy parts from the bones. But eating Thalakkari is an art in itself. I somehow finished the porottas with the help of the gravy
