What Is Your Differentiator?

She was jealous. Of his texture. His rigidity. His ability to blend. As local as she was, she could never become like him. Forget getting closer even. He could gel with everyone on the table, she couldn’t. She just couldn’t.

It’s not like she hadn’t tried. But no-one liked the change in her. They liked her as she is. Local. She tried blending in and became a mess. & no one likes mess. 

But then there was one thing that was her differentiator. She could be sweet. He could never walk the sweeter road. Ever. 

With that, shavige/semiya decided she’d won over him. The Noodles. He could blend in with Indian, Chinese, Vietnamese,Thai, Continental and what not. But he could never become a kheer ❤️ 

P.S. The inspiration for this post is from my kitchen’s shavige uppiT for breakfast today