Writers Jam

I was about to catch a flight. And I was thinking about what if the aeroplane blew off? Because you see no opportunities at your destination and you see no purpose for returning back. that’s how it was for me before coming here. it was not because life was so bad back there. Life was good, life was so good. maybe I was becoming a spoiled brat haha. I started feeling I need a pause. And just escape for a good little while. I wasn’t thinking to stay here for long. But since I moved here I started feeling like I should stay a little while. I feel like there’s something that I have to do here. Or maybe the place has to do to me. And I don’t know what that is yet. Still I am trying to push myself. To be honest as I write this now I am so tired. My sleep is ruined. I have become fearless yet something scares me. But my only intuition is to move and keep moving..I don’t know where it leads me but I am ready to find and face wherever it leads me…make my feet dirty, or run away

Today when they called from home my nephew was saying he is eating mangoes. I felt nostalgic. Hm i love monsoon and i love mangoes. When i was small i always get very excited during monsoon nights when the rain hits hard. We had many big mango trees around our house in our orchard. So when it rains hard all the ripe mangoes will just fall down and next day early morning i go with my grandma with a bucket and  collect all those mangoes. (specially sweet  Little mangoes which we call panjara manga(sugar mango). Then i will wash it well and cut it. Then i will crush some garlic and put all the mangoes in a mud pot, then i add salt and crushed pepper and garlic and just mix it well. ummm its sooo yum(now they cut those mango trees)