This story, reportedly from his childhood, was told by the first Indian PM Jawaharlal Nehru. Once his mother served him and his father burnt bread for lunch. And while he reluctantly looked at that bread and wondered whether to eat or not, his father took a piece and ate it in silence. After the lunch, the mother apologized for serving such bread, and the father just said, „Darling, it’s all right, I love it like that.“ That night, before…
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