Friday, April 28, 2006

Just a fruit?

She looked at the fresh mangoes with unease. It had been 3 years- maybe she wasn't ready.
She picked an uncut piece and looked at it carefully.

You see, she had never known the names of the different varieties but she could tell them apart by their looks. This one's reddish tinge had not been native to that once-beloved-backyard.
So it seemed safe. Safe to have one that wouldn't ever taste like those did.
And that was fine.

Because they never will.

10 comments:

the wannabe indian punkster said...

that is me.

I havent touched a mango in over four years.

very surreal.

confused said...

Nice!

I love mangoes too....Which one you like?

Nice.

:)

Nahuatl said...

hmm.... but can't you just relax to taste a new mango? all of them are NOT same. i can tell so many varities.. u know :P

Sriram said...

Waiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! again, is it just me or is there an under-current here?

Anonymous said...

it's a bliss sometimes to turn a leaf from the past and not look back. nothing matches the first few pages of life, and that's fine.

welcome back.

....R.A.J.A.... said...

:-o

....R.A.J.A.... said...

oh, I forgot to say, the blog looks nice (a bit scary, tho' :-p). set the background image to 'no-repeat'

Anonymous said...

Sriram,

If I recall correctly, You have been talkiang about undercurrent since a while back, atleast 3 pieces.

When are you going to get it?
:)

chandni said...

nice....

u write well!

Deepali said...

Megha: mmmm

Confused: no comments :P

Nahuatl: hahaha

sriram: don't scratch your head too hard my friend

anon: i'll get you, you know! sneaky

raja: isliye bhaag gaye the aap?

anon 2: :P

Chandni: Welcome ! And thank you :)