Rasam to me was an all purpose liquefier of everything solid I had to eat, when I was growing up. Be it a Upma or a chapathi. If I don’t like it, out came the “Rasam” from my mom’s fridge onto my plate. Everything tasted like rasam and I was ok with it. Moving out of the mom’s nest rasam became a life saver. Rasam to my rescue when I was in a hurry running to work, a soothing drink in the evening when I came home hungry and was tired yet to cook dinner and a goto food when I was down with a cold or fever.