There is a humid frequency in the air, a bit of rawness, Rains are too there but the summers are more so than them and so are the mangoes- fruits of the season.
Suddenly remembered the times ,back home. The lunch time , relaxed servings and of course the mango treat to end it with. I think it has been years and years for that I have cared for any relaxed meal, at times I miss the times back at the dining table back home but then, I must grow up. And that means, I must relish mangoes once more.
Must I ?
Stubborn I am,
I miss the times I have spent,
relishing meals and mangoes I miss.