
A parcel arrived at my doorstep, quite unexpectedly
I smelled it before I saw it and I knew instantly
That the package contained mangoes achingly sweet
Alphonso mangoes that had ripened in the scorching heat
Of parental love, mangoes were the epitome
My in-laws had gone to great lengths to send these mangoes to me
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As my family feasted on the delectable fruit
I was inspired to wax poetic about mangoes being emblematic of my roots
But the internet obviously learnt my intent
And I unexpectedly began to see content
Focused on the “mango diaspora”, the trope South Asians were advised
To avoid in their writing by a celebrated author who had realized
That an overused metaphor for the longing of an immigrant the mango had become
Using a mango to describe a connection to the homeland was unwelcome
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It may be cliched but it is true that mangoes, especially the exquisite Alphonso
Evoke a sense of nostalgia that is difficult to forgo
When South Asian writers use the mango in a metaphorical sense
It is actually a reflection of their lived experience
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I was going to write about the nostalgia evoked by eating mangoes
But instead to write about why I should not, I chose…

I enjoy mangoes but I am sure a lot goes to waste the way I cut it….
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