Vyshnoo

The Mango Field

​I went to this get together at a farmhouse. It was a beautiful place with a huge swimming pool and a short building surrounded completely by fresh mangoes. They welcomed us with fresh watermelon juice with mint and we sat to talk about various worldly matters, like politics, crime, criticising businesses and ways they can improve and about the friends who didn’t come. I spoke about bribing and got bored later. I requested to cross the electric fence and go to the mango field.

The head agreed to send me and called a boy who works in the field. I walked into the field of mangoes. There were short trees bearing heavy fruits of more than a kilogram each. I was reminded of summers in childhood when I’d savour the mangoes and eat them as the juice would drip all over my dress.

I requested that man to give me a few mangoes as I just couldn’t resist it and finally gave him 100 rupees. He whispered and told me that he will place a carry bag on the slide and told me to take it while I go home.

It was so ironic that adults grow up and speak so much, but they don’t follow everything they say.