Prasad is the reason I eat.

That’s actually why I first snuck into his house.
And not just for the Zomato deliveries... the man loves to cook.
On his desk, in his kitchen—food is everywhere.

At first, I had to wait until he fell asleep to explore every corner (yeah, bad English, I know)... and taste everything I could.
Leftover food, wires, shoelaces, soap—some of the best things I’ve ever eaten. And yes... his towel. Oh man. The man smells amazing.

But I never touched his pencils, pens, or papers.
Not until recently—when I realized he’s caught me wandering around a few times.

But he never attacked me. Never shooed me away.

Over the years... I think... maybe—he’s started leaving food out for me.
So I don’t touch the other stuff.

And ever since, life’s been five-star. No—seven-star.

All because of you.

First, because you’ve kept Prasad busy.
And second—
You’re the reason he eats.

 

So from both of us... thank you.

We’re eternally grateful.