Public Appeal to Chapati Belly

I'm deeply offended.

My mails have gone unanswered.
My prayers have been vain.
My soul is really cankered.
Oh, am I so plain?

This (please note the Nobel Price-worthy rhyme) is the question I have asked myself. Chapati Belly has forgotten me! What use does life have without the eternal and glorious presence of an Indianised Korean? I know mine doesn't have any.

Talk to me, my queen of the roti tummy! Present me with thy words, princess of wheat and water!

No. I'm not drunk. Just brilliant.

Mike