26/04/2025
Under the warm afternoon sun, a group of village boys sat cross-legged under a giant neem tree, their laughter ringing through the dusty fields. In their hands were raw green mangoes, freshly plucked, their skins still speckled with earth. Each boy dipped his mango into a coarse mix of red chili powder and salt, their fingers stained crimson. With every crunchy bite, their faces twisted — eyes squeezed shut, mouths puckered, and gasps escaped between giggles. The spicy, tangy flavor exploded on their tongues, bringing tears to their eyes and wide, mischievous grins to their faces. Carefree and wild, they teased each other, daring one another to eat more, as the simple joy of spicy mangoes and brotherhood filled the lazy village afternoon.
