I am forced to do a "My name is Khan" declaration in this blog, not to prove I'm not a terrorist or a teary-eyed hero whose lower jaw comes vibratingly loose when saying anything 'emotional'; but just to declare very simply and emphatically - "My name is Biresh".
This is going to be a Valentine's dampener, so if you're a fan of Maharishi Valentine, look away now..... Still here?! Here goes.
Ordering lunch in Kerala is troubling, for two reasons. One, everyone around you is devouring delicious looking items with rice and you want to be on the same plate, literally and figuratively.