OK, everyone, move quickly. Papa yelled, "We are getting late!" from downstairs. The entire house gave off the impression that a hurricane had struck it. Everyone was yelling at the top of their lungs and everything was out of place. This was actually the result of a call from my grandmother, who had just had the bright notion to host a family mango feast at her house rather than the aftermath of a catastrophe.
Making spontaneous arrangements and enjoying them is the most unique aspect of summer vacation, therefore no one objected to it. One challenge was getting ready in such a short amount of time. Still, after a wild battle that lasted for perhaps fifteen to twenty minutes, everyone was prepared to leave. We all got into our car and drove to granny's place. Everyone exclaimed, "Yehhh!" when we exited the vehicle and entered granny's modest cottage, which had an elegant outside.
After exchanging pleasantries, everyone got comfortable. The elections and who would win and lose were the main topic of conversation among all of my uncles. Conversely, my grandmother and my aunts got together to engage in their favourite pastime: gossiping. The kids were still playing hide-and-seek, having vanished the moment they stepped inside the house. Grandma asked everyone to sit together even though they were all preoccupied with their own interests.
Thus, everyone assembled and took up residence in the dining room. My aunt and grandmother came out of the kitchen with trays full with mango slices and chunks. My chubby younger brother Shani, who was the youngest among us, cried happily as the mangoes approached the table. My mouth is starting to get wet. With a smile, they all nodded in agreement and took a mango slice in hand. Everybody has a favourite variety of mango because the fruit comes in so many varieties. And grandma had added nearly every variety of mango on the market, taking into consideration everyone's preferences.
Grandma abruptly yelled, "There has been a thief inside the house and apparently the thief was really hungry," from inside the kitchen as everyone was busy savouring the first mangos of the season. We attempted, bewildered, to decipher what granny was saying. With her hands about her waist, she emerged from the kitchen and stated, "And that thief, I would say is amongst us." My mother instantly grasped what granny meant when she winked at her. Shani was the only one who could have surreptitiously removed mangoes from the kitchen before they were served. He has always loved mangoes as a fruit. Thus, we looked about the home for Shani. There was nowhere to find him. While we continued searching for him, there was an unexpected bang coming from beneath the takht. When we lifted the blanket that was thrown over the takht, we discovered my plump little brother's hands and mouth were covered with pulp and his clothes were filthy. "Sorry, I was hungry and besides, you all know mango is my favourite fruit," Shani answered, blushing embarrassedly. As everyone heard this, they all started laughing and said, "What a poor child! It is not his fault. Mangos are the king of fruits, after all. While Shani was with his grandmother chopping mangoes and giving him extra so he could eat as much as he wished, the rest of us returned to the dining room. As they feasted on the summer mangoes, everyone was grinning.