Let me start my blog with my Dad's article..
Will start sharing my thoughts from the next edition...
THE FORBIDDEN DESIRE
As I commute to and fro to my office and home, I happen to pass by a motley collection from the vendors on the streets which I walk through, and of the places I come across. Of all of this one particular variety was luring me towards it with its magnificent colour and wonderful nostalgia it could kindle in my memory.
I had to contemplate of this at length whether I could fall a prey to its enchanting aroma, inviting flavor or its mouth-watering juice. People used to think of me to be crazy when they see me standing stock still and keep staring at it with a gaping mouth but what a constant war I was waging with my conscience they wouldn't know. How may times in a day or how many days in the month I won the war with my conscience to overcome the lingering lust of its sweetened nostalgia of the close association and acquisition I have had on many an occasion of its maddening taste and mind boggling flavor. It had remained deep and dormant in the memory alive and fresh. I used to enquire of the price on many an occasion and walked off of its exorbitance. I just wanted one but it was offered in abundance. What could I do with the remaining ? Could I throw that into the dust bin where it would regenerate or commit myself with the ordeal of eating it alone. Fortuitously on a day I was able to purchase one because it was left alone in the basket wanting it to be disposed off and I being there at the right time. Both were fortunate the vendor and me. Made for each other. The necessity to get relieved and the necessity to possess. The propitious bargain was objective and it ended fruitfully. The Object and me. Compatible to my predilection the suitable time to have it. I was returning from my office and with this precious procurement I reached home brimming with enthusiasm and a reckless urgency. I took bath to be relinquished of my anxiety and impatience and had my supper with much annoyance as it was delaying the prospect of attaining the exquisite pleasure. There are methods to consume it. You can cut that in to pieces or squeeze it as a whole and suck the juice with the vacuum suction technique or to devour it wholly and spit out the seed.
I knew not which method to adopt for all ended with same pleasure but different modes. Still I have to keep my patience under control because I decided to peel off the skin but the flesh would go along with it. There is yet another way to skin it with a sharp knife to remove only the outer layer and retain the succulent flesh. This particular method I adopted and denuded the fruit. I cut it into pieces . It was invitingly ripe with the right tinge. I took a large piece and placed it on my tongue. The soft flesh melted and dissolved as I twisted my tongue. The succulence filled my mouth and sweetness hit the brain with a blur of ecstasy. Now it was slipping in to the throat and with much reluctance I allowed it to slip through for I wanted it remain in the mouth at length to savor the exquisite pleasure as my heart writhed with joy. Piece after piece I sent it across my mouth with greed and alas it had to end. I took the seed with shivering hands revering the culmination and the sad demise that I was subjected to. The nervousness towards the retribution and of my remorse that I did what I should not have, made the seed slip from my hand and fall beneath. I picked it up and threw that along with a saddened heart.
I am Diabetic and I ate a huge ripe MANGO.
Judge now who is the victor and the vanquished !. The conscience or me. I was musing of Alexander Pope ' To err is human and to forgive is divine'.
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