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Green Mangos

Scribbling is my hobby whether you like it or not. Please do not relate to absolute truth which may cause misunderstanding.Well, as you must be knowing by now, my late father alongwith my two year old son had planted a mango seed in our frontyard.The mango tree has grown very very big and offers shade and shelter to many animals [squirrels] and small birds.It gives me great pleasure at seeing the tree with its extended branches almost more than two storeys high. Yes, off and on it sprouts silky orange leaves which later grow big with stiff veins.Can I add that mango leaves are used during most Poojas in Kolkata specially on Thursday {Laxmi Puja} 

Well, passers by and others look lustily at the mango tree's foliage. My house has been nicknamed "Aam gachh wala bari " [The house with a mango tree] During the end of February the tree begins to sprout lovely mango flowers which regularly fall off and adorn my narrow cemented pathway leading to my front door.Almost every year 80% of the mangos are stolen when me or my wife are sleeping or napping. As you know it is quite difficult for me to have a nice evening without my post-lunch two-hour long siesta.

The street urchins [some not so poor] and even my milkman and newspaperman do not feel it ungentlemanly to ask about this years yield of mangos.All and sundry are on the lookout on how to gather a few green mangos which are regularly falling off because of the scorching sun. There has been only one mango shower till now.My lady cook is in the habit of gathering fallen green mangos from my frontyard without asking me or my wife.For the last two days I am opening the front compound iron gate only after picking the mangos and putting them in a basket. Now the old cook complains "Aktao aam pachhina !" [I'm not even getting a single mango !] although I leave at least twenty lying about intentionally.

This morning the cook arrived and she did not ring the door bell. Instead she was spied prowling around the garden picking up mangos.She did not say a word when she saw the plastic tray of around a hundred mangos on my washing machine. Four days back five teenagers climbed the tree and plucked off plenty of mangos and carried them away in sacks.My postpoem readers and friends.. please tell me if I should reprimand the "pickers". All I want is some peace and the mangos growing in peace and greenery.