Mango

I was born and brought up in a place (Murshidabad) where I was surrounded by mangoes in every summer. I used to eat mango, drink mango (mango lassi) and sleep mango (bottom of the bed we used to pile mango).
After getting out of West bengal for almost 6 and half years mango became almost a distant dream. But suddenly I found a store (Costco) here. I found MANGOES. Memory of old days.

Salute to Mango, really the King of the fruits.