For This Year Mango Yield

Sorry, this picture was taken bit earlier; no such blooms. 

May This Year Prove Better!

It’s now spring time here with those mango trees in the monastic areas, mostly in the debate yards, bloomed with clusters of white grain-sand like flowers and shedding a sort of gum like mucous grease that makes ground sticky with crispy crushing mat of fallen dried flowers when walk over. Are they going to yield better this year? Oh, it is, yet, premature to say so as like many former years with such blooms but without good fruits as of untimely or unruly torrents like an unwelcome ill-fated havoc. Even if I don’t like mango as for its being a bit troublesome for me, I wish it may bear better this year for many others here, who have never got fed up with biting and munching its creamy flesh and scraping its hard shell with busy teeth. Yes, my prayer is also for those Indian mango sellers from nearby villages to have their cane baskets Tokri on their steady heads replenished one after another with piles of ripe fruits and can go selling around the monasteries shouting, “Um Wa La, Um Wa La!”  (Mango seller, mango seller!) Yes, it relates to one of their livelihood means too.