"It's my home."

Smell the “kuzhal Puttu” - while the smoke rising from the wood burnt clay stove “aduppu”, make curls of gray clusters - that are visible through the white light beaming through the exterior made from strips of palmyrah leaf stems ; “kuzhal Puttu” the best, tastiest and loving breakfast one could ever ask for. Ideal seating to have the breakfast is crossed legged pretzel posture. Somini Sengupta may have been fortunate enough to be treated with Tamil hospitality; She reports for NY Times: Mr. Vairavamoorthy, 38, was taken to Britain when he was 2 years old. He raised money for the Tamil movement as a teenager in Britain, considered (but ultimately resisted) joining the Tigers and came here, to the Tiger capital, to volunteer with the Tamil Rehabilitation Organization, officially an independent charity but closely allied to the rebels. He brooked no criticism of the Tigers. Asked about the widespread reports of the rebel recruitment of child soldiers - Unicef has said 40 children have been drafted since the tsunami alone, a charge the Tigers have denied - Mr. Vairavamoorthy said he was unaware of such allegations. "There's a pride, you know," he said over dinner at the rebel guesthouse where he was staying. "It's my home." Being displaced again – now by the tsunami; contrary to some reports, Selama seem to be holding onto her faith, with “thiru-neeru” (holy-ash) on her forehead….thousands of Tamil diaspora hearts responding to the call of humanity - also may be longing for such a breakfast; tsunami - finally bring us all – not just humanity, but also lasting peace!