"So... you mean to say that everything and anything can be changed? Nothing lies in our hands?"
"YES and NO," she said.
"How?"
"There's only ONE thing that lies in OUR HANDS. You know, karma, our duty, the-sanskrit-word-that-became-popular. We say karma will HIT YOU, but do-we-really-realise-the-significance of karma?"
"Well.." I was about to say, when my stomach said it all.
"Oopsiee~ you're hungry! No worries at-all. Hehehehehe."
She shook down some mangoes from the tree beside me. And there they were! Ripe and juicy mangoes that I had seen after so long! That was the thing about the world, my Grandma died and I craved mangoes.
No matter how much a person is filled with sorrow.
No matter how important a person was and now that she's gone, your body doesn't wait. Only your mind does. The cycle still goes on, and the world doesn't wait for anyone afterall.
7 mangoes, there were. Big, small, medium, orange, yellowish, of many sorts I knew I had definitely seen long ago. And then there was one, it seemed too light for yellow, and unripe, a little bitter too.
Krishna looked at me and nodded smilingly.
"C'mon! Your stomach just gruuuummbbled LOUDLY and you're hesitating-to-eat? Woah. YOU'VE-got a nerve, Amber."
"I—"
She half-huffed-half-laughed-half-rolled-her-eyes and pluck the dentil of one large mango before stuffing it into my mouth. She did the same with herself.
And then, there was no place of hesitation. I devoured the pulp of 3 giant mangoes. They were delicious. We didn't have knives to cut them in pieces. I wondered why I hadn't thought of eating them like that. I thought a simple thing like eating a mango had only one way to be done. Seemed like there were innumerable ways to do it.
"Innumerable, you're right. Because there's no wrong and no right. The world is fluid," she said while sucking pulp and making slurpy noises.
I wasn't surprised at her reading my mind this time.
We both had eaten 3 mangoes each and only the last, unripe one was left. We both were looked at that rather unattractive mango.
"SOOOOOO who's-gonna-eat-it?" Krishna sang.
"I'm not hungry," I lied.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
I nodded, not wanting to worsen the taste in my mouth.
"Fine then," and she plopped it inside her mouth.
I saw her eyes close in pleasure. She seemed to stop for a moment, that was the longest she had kept her mouth shut. Slowly, she swallowed with such desperation that I was compelled to know what happened.
"THIS, I have NEVERRR tasted such thing in my life."
"Really?"
After a long pause, I said, "I want to have it too."
"BUT you said you weren't hungryyyy."
"Oh, yes."
"BUT SURE, this is worth at-least once-in-a-lifetime."
I took the mango and ate it. It melted in my mouth, and for a moment I forgot where I was. It was a miracle. I had never tasted such a thing before. Indeed, an experience of a lifetime.
"And you thought that mango was ugly," said Krishna, smiling as she knew it all.
She read my mind again.
A/N:-
I liked writing this chapter so much.
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Amber
Teen Fiction"Your true reflection can heal you when you're caught up in your fears." Amber is a socially anxious young girl struggling to find meaning in life. The only friends she makes are a speaking tree and later, a mischievous girl who lives near the river...
