I picked it up; green all over and not a spot of red or orange---just a poor excuse for a mango and totally unseasoned so I tossed it back in the bowl after laughing at the thing. However it's partner in deliciousness the red tender one just seduced my eyes and took advantage of my indecisive nature, thus having me sold. I sliced it up and ate it but it didn't live upto my expectation. Few days passed when I went back to the bowl and there the green mango was still sitting at the same spot I abandoned it, displaying the same color refusing to shed anything. So I accepted this proud rebel; defying nature under every context and I subconsciously knew I discriminated, So I chopped it up and the first piece melted in my mouth just juicy and tasty for no fatherfuking reason. A single tear ran down my eye. Indeed lesson learned.
