Mango Tale- Nutty as fruitcake
“Stop fidgeting around Numa”, said Mr. N helplessly. “I can’t Nasr! I just heard a rustle in the yard.” “Get off the tree you damn kids!” she yelled as she ran towards the tree with a cane in her hand. Mrs. N turned 57 this year. While every year brought new changes, summer heat and Mrs. N’s obsession for her mango tree was something everyone in Aditya Nagar could count on. Every passing year greyed few strand of her hair but nothing could grey out her fixation towards the tree. As the days rolled by and the heat rocketed up, so did her fascination for the tree. Well, who could blame her! She had the tree with rosiest mangoes ever. As the summer approached the tree would blossom and get stocked with mangoes so shiny and yellow that they seemed to burst with juice. Just the thought of sitting and leaning against the trunk of the magnificent tree and sup the succulent amber fruit would water one’s mouth. To Mrs. N it wasn’t just any mango tree, it was an old ...