Summers. I had the seasons' first mango. It wasn't that good but still tasted good. Because it was first. I love mangoes, any which ways. So while eating, I started pondering randomly. Not really crazy, but yes, crazy. I started pondering. That from where this mango might have reached right to me. Like where must be that tree which it was hanging on to some days back. That tree must be still standing somewhere, decked lusciously up with thousands of fruits. How old that tree must be. Who might have sown the seed years ago. Is he/she alive or dead now. Whose hands would have done the job of cultivating it from a sapling to big tree. Might be one. Or might be many hands together. Who might have plucked this mango and sold it in the 'mandi'. How many channels it might have crossed. How many. How many people were involved. Yes, so many.
The next moment I felt, 'Oh! it is the same process involved in everything we eat or utilize in and out'. This pondering didn't mean much sense. Nothing actually. But I felt good thinking this for a minutes' or seconds' while. This thought totally amazed me that we are so organically unintentionally unknowingly connected to people and places we don't know or would never get to know. We are all so interconnected. We are so really global. Wow.
PS: I love water melons too :)
