Crunching and Dipping: A Snack Debate
Meera: "Pass the murukku, Rohan! I love that sound it makes."
Rohan: "You’re so noisy when you eat. It’s like a drum in your mouth."
Meera: "It’s not a drum, it’s just my teeth crunching. Listen—crunch, crunch!"
Rohan: "See? Amma will hear from the kitchen and scold us."
Amma: "I can already hear you… but I only scold if you’re fighting, not crunching snacks."
Meera: "Ha! Amma doesn’t mind my crunchy bites."
Rohan: "I still don’t like it. It’s too loud. Eat quietly."
Meera: "But murukku is supposed to be crunchy. If it’s soft, it’s sad."
Rohan: "Mine is soft. I dipped it in chai. No crunching, just squishing."
Meera: "Eww, squishy murukku! That’s the sad one."
Amma: "You can both enjoy it your way. Crunching or dipping, just don’t tease."
Rohan: "Okay, fine. You can sit over there and do your crunching concert."
Meera: "Deal. I’ll crunch by the window. Crunching and watching the rain."
Rohan: "And I’ll dip mine in chai and make tiny waves."
Amma: "Look at you two, one crunching, one dipping, both happy with murukku."