mangoes

In this part of the world, if a primordial fruit were to play devil and were to bring out an epiphany …

Dot the landscape, litter the ground laden with dry leaves with overripe pulpy offerings and pattern the palms and robes of women ubiquitously-

And when Ghalib, that rasik was asked to choose a reward, he only wanted that precious fruit that grew in the badshah’s orchard.

written at the Jaaga Creative Writing Workshop conducted by Athena Kashyap.

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