Mango Conciousness

It was a little beyond the middle of June. Summer was yet to yield, monsoons were weak. Navneeth and I were having a rather late breakfast and thud came a sound. It was a familiar sound, the inevitable had happened. The last mango from our tree had fallen.  The mango season is almost  yogic, your mind body and soul becomes one with the fruit, ask a mango-devotee he would agree. in the mango belt of this world mango is a religion. For those who have not tasted mango yet, maybe you folks might find heaven in your afterlife. But a man who has tasted the mango has found his heaven, his nirvana  in this life itself.

The soft thud from the last falling mango was like a big bang ringing into our hearts the message that the end of season is around, and that now we have to wait for another year to experience the mango-divine. The fruit fell with a diaphanous smoke of dust arising, so small and trifling  but it was like a nuclear explosion in our hearts, filling our minds with the clouds of melancholy. Like the newtons proverbial apple, when the last mango struck the ground, the heart sank, gravity took on a whole new meaning in our minds, rendering it infinite. Physicist might disagree on this one.

It felt like your beloved had departed (man-goes, man-gone!). But he is gone only to come back next year again and fill your life with euphoria and to intoxicate your mind, body and senses with sublime love (mangoes will be back). Till then the wait is dreary and distant but its worth every single day of it. Good bye my love till next time…..next year…..