The beauty of a piece of fruit--
It's keen, awkward taste-angles,
Sauciness, round and rolling with juice.
The quirky mirth of mother earth.

So why mangoes? you may well ask

There are two thoughts. Actually, three. Thought One is an idea I had while doodling in class, about a place I wanted to live in, where I could stand on my balcony and pick mangoes and eat them whole. I can eat at least four at a time. It is a dream of abundant, sensuous pleasure, of sunny, sweet fruit and the flowering of my creative life. Thought Two followed shortly after, and involved having so many mangoes that I am standing on my balcony and giving away a pile of them. As I release them one by one into the air, they turn into golden thought balloons that float and bob gently before you. This is a dream of wealth shared, spent lovingly on you. Taste the mango, enjoy the celebration, a windfall, feel good. Leave the seed somewhere else to grow, and pass on. We are the agents of seed dispersal. What good is changing the world if you don't enjoy it? And what is enjoyment if it doesn't change the world? Thought Three I will keep to myself, for now.