One request I often get in my library branch is for examples of tall tales. I’ll hand over the usual Paul Bunyan / John Henry / Pecos Bill materials when asked, but maybe I’ve been boxing myself in too much. Maybe next time someone asks I’ll pluck Hot, Hot Roti for Dada-ji off the shelf as well. After all, I think it’s beneficial to see how telling exaggerated tales isn’t solely a historical activity performed by our forefathers. People today exaggerate all the time, often about their own lives. Whether you believe Dada-ji’s tales is inconsequential. The lesson here isn’t that telling tales is bad, or anything quite so trite. Rather, it’s that sometimes a person can recapture a time long lost with the help of the people who care for them. And that’s a lesson that breaks all kinds of barriers. You bet.