A simple seed in the beginning.
A small shoot raises its head from the womb of the moist and soft earth.
You see tiny, curled leaves still shy of the air waiting to be showered by the encompassing sun to open their eyes to see the world on top of mama earth.
Then it grows painstakingly slow as various predators play with its various parts at multiple points of time.
One final day after god knows how many years My Mango Tree become strong and hard to deal with every blow given by a human hand except to the part on top where its still soft and tender!
Then come summer and tiny and cute baby mangoes start coming out of nowhere,
dancing to every move of the winds, swaying themselves like a dancer to the tune of rhythm -a site that is more captivating than any car made by jagaur.
I hang out of my bathroom from the fourth floor, tempted by its wealth that has become ripe with every passing day and beg the Lord to just let me loot one of its numerous, tender, smooth, curvaceous fruits!
And yeah i finally lay my hands on it, the feeling is .............................................
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