You passed in my mind, when I was eating today at noon.
Mango trees in my campus are filled with annual flowering and I kept moving to them and smelt the fresh, soft, newly formed shimmering mango leaves. They again reminded me of you.
From you my mind went to our mango farm..
You took me and all the cousins in the bullock cart there..
I read in so many weekly magazines, stories of young people sitting under mango tree, eating raw mangoes with salt, and reading some story books...enjoying..
I dreamed of doing like that.
That day when you took me I remember.. I did the same in my own farm, while you went in search of insects harming trees.
Our mango farm was overflowing with mangoes..
We children played, jumped from trees, ate as many mangoes we want, packed a few to take home, and sat back in bullock cart which you drove. Did I ever thought I will miss you one day.
How wonderful relation it was..I wont get back that feeling. Its lost dad.
