The Mango

Summertime meant mangoes. Raw, ripened, cooked, pickled, most of my early summers revolved only around this humble-looking fruit. Mango season also meant, going on long walks with dad, smelling mangoes tips from one cart to another on the streets of Malleshwaram. The Malleshwaram of the mid or the late '90s had a charm of its … Continue reading The Mango