Last mango of season

 Yesterday we celebrated the last mango of the season. A red and yellow colour very beautiful one; good to be preserved rather than eaten as a delicacy.  It looked like the costly purple  'miyasaki' mango which costs ₹25000/ a piece or ₹2.5 lakhs per kilogram in the open market. I recall a recent article in the Hindu,  in which an agriculturist from Madhya Pradesh cultivating this rare variety and growing seven terrier bulldogs in the garden to protect the handful of mangoes.

OK. Now let's come to the point. This year God blessed us with abundance of mangoes in a medium grown tree well protected in our backyard.  As the fruit started ripening we were eager to share it with our siblings. But due to the restriction of movement  during the pandemic we could not share with our dear ones.  Only Jeny defied the movement restrictions by his lawyer tactics to visit our house and collect the booty prearranged for him.  

Rest of the days fruits were collected on a daily basis, not plucked but fallen in the silence of night.  Per day ten to fifteen fruits were collected and good ones are preserved for distribution.  Finding the right person for distribution was a problem.  Each night we used to discuss next days distribution strategy and accomplished to perfection. Unable to find the right person close neighbours were given the second time.  Totally around 650 fruits were collected and distributed.

An interesting episode in the distribution took place last week. Our neighbouring premises is a Methodist Church and the pastor of this church lives five houses away from our residence.  He was indisposed for  few weeks due to a heart ailment and had undergone angioplasty in a private hospital.  His elder daughter married and lived with parents and have an infant daughter.  The second daughter visited Jeny's house last week to seek an advise for her life problem.  Because Jeny's son in law and Paster's daughter are cousins.  When she said that she lives in Ernavoor,  in RK Nagar 4th main road, Jeny remarked that you would have received mangoes from my sister's house.  She was at ease with the counselor due to the icebreaking session.

After many weeks today evening I went out for shopping provisions. On the way met many recipients of mangoes who was overwhelming with positive response.  Everyone enjoyed the fruits and even booked for the next season.  Now let us prepare the ground,  manure it for getting a better yield next season.

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