Visalakshi looked at the masaldosa on her plate. She stole a glance at their guests. The Kanoshakis were obviously lost in the delight of eating south Indain food. She looked helplessly at her husband who pointedly looked at the knife and fork beside her plate. It was obvious. She was expected to use them. How can one do justice to masala dosa with a knife and fork? She could never manage it. What the heck! She thought. What if I am the ambassador's wife! If I want to eat with my fingers, I bloody well shall! She would face his wrath later at home... there's one full evening's gap between now and then. Visalakshi calmly broke a piece of dosa with her fingers and dipped it into her sambhar, deliberately avoiding his furious eyes! This story was written as an answer to the question: She knew he wouldn't approve. So why did Visalakshi go ahead and do it anyway?