Enemy of the Taste

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Enemy of the Taste

Illustration: Shivali Devalkar

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ew years may come and new years may go, but two things will always remain on my list of bêtes noires – running and brinjal. If you see me running, know something demented is chasing me, and you should probably start running too. And yeah, you will never see me eat brinjals.

I have maintained a steady ill feeling toward this purple-fleshed vegetable for many years now and by the established virtue of consistency, I declare today: Brinjal is a loser. Under its purple black skin that shouts midnight conspiracy, the bulbous vegetable emanates a profoundly forbidding vibe – that of bitter betrayal, it’s like sweet poison.

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