mangoes

  • The carton arrived the way good things always do here in Mumbai: sweating slightly, a little battered at the corners, smelling of somewhere else. I knew what it was before I opened it. You always know. There is a particular hush that falls over a house when the year’s first mangoes from your own farm…

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  • I saw a reel around Father’s Day where it was shown that Dads usually fill the whole refrigerator with mangoes in the season because their kids love mangoes. I was reminded of how my father used to bring the best of mangoes for me to eat. I have a special love for dudhiya malda so…

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