For those who didn't read it (or have no clue of what this ad was), I'm providing the text (after all, it's mostly text) - credit goes to Maxis :
"How do you unravel a murukku ?" I asked my mother.
Her eyes rolled heavenwards as a soft, tender sigh escaped her clenched lips : "Kirukku payale."
I was relieved when she laid the ladle down before turning to me.
"Have some oomapodhi," she said.
It just gets better, I thought.
"Is it tasty ? Now, take just one. Not one handful ! Katrika ! (troisnyx* : I LOL-ed at that one - that interjection is usually used on people who are greedy/obese) Just take one little one, a strand."
And I did, being suitably well-trained.
"How does it taste ?"
"Can't taste a thing," I replied.
"Because, alone, it is insignificant. But, put it together with more strands, and what do you get ?"
"Oomapodhi," I said.
"And why do you think we serve this on Deepavali when guests visit ?"
A tiny light shone in my head. "Erm, because celebrations are something to be shared - as in the more the merrier ?" I asked.
"Clever boy."
"So, how do you---"
"Everything is intertwined and interconnected. Go water the garden."
That was years ago. I finally put away childish things and became a man. And I no longer wonder how to unravel murukku. I know better.
Oh, and by the way, Happy Deepavali.
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