On the way to Dindigul just outside Natham, we stopped at a very cute small village that listen to the name Gobalpatti.

The farmer invited us to join lunch but with my rather high stomach-sensitivity for local water, I went as far as to join him at the table.
Finishing his rice that he was eating with his right hand, he rinsed his plate with curd and water to drink up the left rice.

We enjoyed our short chat together and after a poite waroom (see you again) he went on with his poongal-white-wash of the house.