Amu came home after school and sat down on the sofa, lost in deep thought. She didn't bother to remove her shoes or change her clothes.
"Where are you lost Amu? Change your clothes", Amma called out.
"How was you class assignment?"
Amu didn't answer her.
She went straight to Ammamma and said "Today my friend was telling me, her mother told her that only her religion is good, all others are not. Is that so?"
Ammamma was cutting lemons to pickle. She didn't lift her head, but said "Amu, religion is like pickle. I like lemon, you like Tamarind, your mother likes Mango. But all are pickles only..and don't you refuse to eat anyother sometimes..."
