Went to Artesia over the weekend and saw first hand the ‘mango frenzy’! Â $5 boxes of mangoes were flying off the shelf, and of course, I had to get one (or three) for myself. As soon as I sunk my teeth into a juicy slice, it took me right to my grandparent house and summer vacations in Moga.
Growing up, each of our summer vacations were with ‘Manji’ (my great grandmother), ‘Bapuji’ (my paternal grandfather), ‘Bibiji’ (my paternal grandmother), but also with our cousins – Ritu and Sunny (who also came with my uncle (chachaji) and aunt (chachiji). I distinctly remember that as soon as we arrived at my grandparents house, Bapuji would take his beloved cycle to the market and bring back boatload of mangoes. Which were then submerged in buckets of water to cool down (there was no refrigeration due to frequent and long power cuts which would render the refrigerator useless). The happiness on our grandparents faces when we are those mangoes was priceless! So summer was all about Moga, heat, grandparents and Mangoes 😊
Erudite Kahani 