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the MOUTH AFFAIR ......

When ever I munch down mouthwatering delicacies from my Hand to Mouth.  I have a self realization- I  have contributed few more extra fats.....
    Throughout my life time I have been on the heavier side of the scale. Being a food lover, rather      FOODAHOLIC,  its hard to control my twisting tongue at site of delicious edibles.   I have tried my luck several times to cut the munching mania, with several methods and advises. But  " Smell rings the Bell in Stomach ."
                         Being a Bong ( Bengali ) is a bliss, you have a never ending list of delicacies, so  your taste buds develop the sense of variety at a early age. We Bongs  are best when it comes to Mouth  Affair. You give us any vegetable  or any food item that you hate and we turn it into a dish arrived from the God's  Kitchen.  Trust me Bongs are the best cook always. Well our whole country is filled with surprises, being a Bong I can speak of a Bong's Appetite.
                     Now its simple I live to eat,  anyone would if they would see the hot Lucis ( puri) with tempting diced potato fry,  fish fry with rice,  ever plate of food has a story to tell. We read those stories with little difference, we read with our Tongues indeed........
             WE Bongs tend to say  even if we drink water we tend to be fat, its true, I doubt whats in water too..... But again we Bongs have justification for our over sized belly and food centered life.....

                                               " THE REASON TO LIVE -FOOD! FOR WHAT ELSE WOULD WE EARN  IF WE HAVE NOT LIVED LIFE"
I am a true Bong : Food is my life.......

P.S- I am a true bong " Smell rings the bell in Stomach "

happy eating
paulOaries
                           
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