This time around there aren't of those brilliantly yellow monjori...aam trees bear fruit every other year they say...but was yesterday a Kalbioshakhi? i miss them, those amazing summer respites...i was born on the third of boishakh...towards the evening...just before one of 'em sky-darkening, thunder-threatening, tree-root tugging, cool-breeze sweeping norwesters...

This was last year, obvi after the manjari stage...they are Lyangras...and very sweet