What a fucking joke!

'I'm sick of the food I eat, Balram. I'm sick of the life I lead. We rich people, we've lost our way, Balram. I want to be a simple man like you, Balram.'

'Yes, sir.'
We walked outside, and I led him across the road and into a tea shop.

'Order for us, Balram. Order the commoners' food.'

I ordered okra, cauliflower, radish, spinach, and dhal.

Enough to feed a whole family, or one rich man.

He ate and burped and ate some more.

'This food is fantastic. And just twenty-five rupees! You people eat so well!'

When he was done, I ordered him a lassi, and when he took the first sip, he smiled. 'I like eating your kind of food!'

I smiled and thought, I like eating your kind of food to.