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Of fruity luxuries....

Slurp… lick …slurp……gggulp………mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I was in a state of total bliss a few moments back when I had some yummy watermelon and some honeydew. It was too yummy and fruit after dinner is just too good.

Back in India, this was a luxury. Every summer meal of mine was followed by mangoes, apples, watermelons, musk melons (American variants are cantaloupe or honeydew), or any other fruit that can be found in a veggie/fruit shop. All the fruit is placed in a bowl diced and chilled and seeds taken off as the case may apply. Dig a fork deep in or tooth picks or spoons or if I cannot resist the temptation till the forks are at the table or till I get one, just grab and gulp.

This I thought was a simple thing and some days I have not bothered to take the bowl and drop it off at the kitchen sink. I just relished the fruit every meal and washed my hands and walked off. Sometimes I even complained, “Oh damn we had the same fruit in the morning. Can’t we have something else now?”

Today, I had to dice the watermelon I wanted to eat, myself. Guess what? I knew how much effort it took to dice up a whole watermelon. It took me almost a half hour to cut up one little watermelon, and then another 15 minutes to clean it up.

PHEWWWWWWWWWWWWW and then came the slurp…… and my hand still hurts from cutting up a whole watermelon. This blog entry might be meaningless and too much about fruit I ate.

I just wrote this blog as a realization and a small way to THANK my DAD and MUM for all the ‘fruit’ they have given me. I now realize it was luxury I was too used to. I now know what it actually takes to enjoy a fruit after every meal.

THANKS DAD AND MUM for all those mangoes, pineapples, watermelons, musk melons and everything else.

P.S: When I go to India the next time, I wanna dice a complete watermelon myself and give it to my dad and mum for atleast a meal. :)

Comments

  1. ok...it was u :D it was jus the realization of how tough it was ..... not the actual doing :D!!

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  2. nice post..i think there is a lot of gratitude behind this post..

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  3. nice post :)
    doubt, y do u say fruit instead of fruits?

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  4. @mathew: you bet ther is!!
    @rmy: Plural of Fruit = Fruit BTW!!!!

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  6. i tot, wen v talk abt more than 1 kind o fruit v shud say fruits and that 1 family of fruit is called jus fruit.

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  7. thanks for the enlightenment.... please go thro the post for any such places there is an error... FYI, I did read Wren and Martin quite a bit!!

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  8. err.... nobody s testin u for wren n martin's lessons. v r all learnin :)

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  9. "Every summer meal of mine was followed by mangoes, apples, watermelons, musk melons (American variants are cantaloupe or honeydew), or any other fruit that can be found in a veggie/fruit shop. All the fruit is placed in a bowl diced and chilled and seeds taken off as the case may apply"...
    'all the fruit' refers to d list o fruits in d prev sentence, fruits o different families.
    "...THANK my DAD and MUM for all the ‘fruit’ they have given me"
    did they serve only 1 kind o fruit?

    i might b wrong. like i said, v r all learning... :)

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  10. I know this is a very late comment.. But I really liked this post.. There was so much that we took for granted. But now,living by ourselves, all those little things in life mean so much.. I know I'll be a better daughter now :)

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