Two States, One World

Two languages, two different cultures, and two different ways of life. My life in Bangalore was perfect. I was at home there, with my kith and kin, speaking a language I have known all my life, practicing customs that were common to all my relatives there. Then I got married and shifted further south to Chennai. And a whole new world opened up to me. I never knew I was fond of dosas so much or that I used to eat it regularly until my North Indian at heart, husband pointed it out and kept on pointing it out. Having been brought up in Delhi his tastes were naturally partial to the North Indian delicacies. Much to his dismay, I love the whole spectrum of South Indian foods like Idli, Dosa, Venn Pongal, Vada and more. When I started eating millet regularly as this is what I ate in Bangalore my husband decided he was going to rebel. So, we reached a compromise and he started eating rice whenever millets were cooked at home. Communication is an important tool and what better way to bring us together than language? Only, we didn’t have a common language except for English. I don’t understand Tamil and my husband doesn’t understand a word of Kannada. Kannada is a musical language. If you hear anyone speak it you will understand what I mean. We don’t end our words; we stretch them in a sing-song way. For example: Carrots become carrotsuuu, beans become beansuuu. In the same way, questions are implied in the intonation itself. We don’t make a separate sentence for a question. We give the answer and our tone dictates whether it's a question or not. <a href="https://thetaoist.online/two-states-one-world-179a05fb4448">Click Here</a>