The past week has been a blur of odd hours and an unsuccessful search for a satisfactory routine. I’ve eaten a burger at 4:45 a.m., dosa at 8:30 a.m. and 4:00 p.m., Punjabi food at 9:00 p.m., and idli sambhar at various hours of the day. None of these times have overlapped, so I simply wait until the pangs of hunger are undeniable, and then I seek to satiate my appetite. My favorite snack thus far as been the Tamilian banana. At 2 Rs. a piece (that’s about eight pennies), I get the best bananas I have ever eaten. Perfect bite, unearthly tanginess – I think they fertilize bananas with crack in Tamil Nadu. I came up with a theory about this at 4:45 a.m. whilst eating a burger (and incessantly scratching myself because I just wanted the burger to be a banana patty slapped between two slices of banana bread, served with banana fries, and a banana shake…with hot sauce). Am I exaggerating my addiction? Perhaps. Are the bananas really that good? Let me answer that question by answering another, equally ludicrous question: Am I secretly jealous of the moustaches that at least 98% of the men here in Chennai have? The answer, unequivocally, is yes.

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