Junior Vocab
Meera and Rohan's Pickle Adventure
Meera: "Rohan, Amma packed mango pickle today. Want some with your curd rice?"
Rohan: "It smells so strong! My mom always says she distrusts very spicy food."
Meera: "But this is homemade, see? Steel dabba, my name on top, all safe."
Rohan: "Last time I tried my uncle’s chilli, I cried in front of everyone. Now I just… don’t trust red things."
Meera: "I get scared of new chutneys too. But this one is more sour than scary."
Rohan: "My stomach is already doing flip-flops. It really doesn’t trust this idea."
Meera: "How about I eat first? You just watch what happens."
Rohan: "Okay, but I’m keeping my water bottle ready."
Meera: "Mmm… salty, sour, little bit hot. No tears, see? I’m still smiling."
Rohan: "Your face looks normal. Even your nose is happy."
Meera:secret taste." "Take just one rice grain with a tiny bit of pickle. Like a
Rohan: "What if I hate it and everyone laughs?"
Meera: "I won’t. I’ll make a funny face with you instead."
Rohan: "Hmm… I still distrust this, but I also don’t want to miss a secret taste."
Meera: "Close your eyes and try. I’ll count to three."
Rohan: "…Hey! It’s nice! Like lemon and sunshine and a small fire."
Meera: "See? Your mouth doesn’t distrust it anymore."
Rohan: "Yeah. I think I only distrust giant bites. Tiny bites are my friends now."