But I digress. I meant to talk about the sheer sensory pleasure of consuming a mango whilst leaning over a balcony with a soft wind and a light rain. It is a whole sensuous experience. It is pure bliss to feel light tingles of wetness against your skin creating a velvety cool over your face and arms. The light rain shades everything with a soft gray, making trees and flowers, framed by stone buildings, a quiet, serene picture.

And in your mouth is the burst of sweetness as you bite into the mango. The flesh is a bright cheery yellow, in contrast to the greying rain. You taste the voluptuous flesh and it leaves sticky trails of juice down your fingers which you can lick off with unadulterated abandonment.

And there is something to be said about satisfied tastebuds and a taut stomach. A happiness that glows from within, and long after the rain has stopped, and the taste of the fruit is a fading memory of the tastebuds, the scent lingers long after.