I don’t know how to write this. Ok let me try.
Standing in front of it I was amazed by Nature’s play. A month back it was a succulent fruit which I had devoured during my dinner watching Castle on Star World. I had never tasted anything like this before: it was my first Banganpalli mango. Gifted by a Hyderebadi–having come to know that despite being on the planet for so long I hadn’t tasted Hyderabad’s favourite mango. It was a treat which I have mentioned in my previous post and will not repeat.
Dinner over I had cleaned the stone and placed it on my balcony window to dry. Ten days latter I planted the stone in a plastic container—the one’s you get from eateries when you ask for home-delivered meals. I made a couple of holes on it using a burning hot screw driver so that the water could drain.
Waiting for the impossible to happen I forgot about it.
This Sunday I was witness to Nature’s wonder: having seen a tiny sapling emerge from the pot. The Banganpalli which till very recently was a fruit was promising to be a plant.
Come here…fast, I shouted for my wife.
And she rushed fearing I had slipped on the floor but on seeing the tiny shoot she too cried in wonder: So beautiful. Let it grow in the pot for another two months and then replant it.
I felt like a mother.