My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?' I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Marichuy looked frightened.Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice. Marichuy is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. Mymother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the 'cooling effects' of Curd Rice!I cleared my throat, and...