Free food adds up — prasad, samples, and the office treat tin

You bow your head at the temple. The pandit-ji presses a small laddoo into your hand. Prasad. You eat it on the way out. Later, at the kirana store, the shopkeeper tears open a biscuit packet and offers you one to try. You take it. At office, the open tin of glucose biscuits sits by the coffee machine. Your hand finds two without asking. On the way home, the mithai counter slides a one-bite sample across the glass. It was free. So it does not count. Or does it? Here is the quiet truth your log is trying to tell you: your body cannot read a price tag.