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When I was apathetic to taste the delicacies that were presented before me, I found you alluring with your bright golden yellow coloured skin. Your physical structure was indicating that you would be sweet and cool, which was all what I wanted to savour on a hot afternoon. Also, your fat fleshy body was promising to satisfy my apatite. I touched you to check if you have that thirst quenching property which was missing with the other items, and yes, you were soft and juicy too. Then without wasting another minute, I grabbed you from the tray, peeled off your skin and put you into my mouth. The moment my tongue touched your juice, I pursed my lips and screwed up my eyes. I frowned at you for promising to be sweet and turning out to be sour. However, one more time I considered and this time to my surprise you were sweet. Every time I suck your juice, I could feel a series of sweet and sour blasts in my mouth. Now I cannot understand what your reality is. Was what your physic describing about you, the truth of your life, or, what my taste buds telling about you? If the taste bud's report was to be taken seriously, then why the taste buds of the other people who also tasted you were not generating the same reports? This was clearly indicating that you were the same, it was only our perception of you that's changing. Whatever, I did not get the desired output from you, so for a moment I thought of discarding you,  but then, how could I ignore your sweetness? You were also the child of mother earth and a very special gift of nature. Moreover, when I know that there is nothing absolutely perfect or ideal on this earth, then how could I hurt you by abandoning. I can never be so unjust. You must have been made exclusively for me. That was the reason you were on my plate. So, with much love, I wanted to make you a part of my life. Thus I relished one of the best seasonal gifts of nature-the mango.




© Written by Manaswini Pasumarthi
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