Was suddenly reminded of this incident: A few weeks down our marriage, when all our meals would still be sent over from our in-laws', breakfast arrived one particular Sunday - just one plate of sandwiches stuffed with cheese, chicken and a whole lot of other goodies. Embarrassed and miffed, the husband instantly called the mother-in-law up, in a bid to stand up for the "basic rights" (read roti-kapda-makan) of his newly wedded wife. "Why have you sent just one plate? What do you think Paroma will eat?" Mamma-in-law very coolly replied, "It *is* for Paroma; you always have luchi-chholar daal outside with your friends, so we didn't think you'd want any breakfast at home". I rue the fact that I couldn't photograph the utterly zapped look on poor Sourya's face that day, as I chomped down my yummity yum sandwich, without bothering to share!