My Litchi Story

I was on my way back from the Neighbourhood Library in Navagaon, Dahisar this evening after picking up two Asterix Comics when I suddenly remember my craving for litchies. I hadn’t had them this season.

Usually, I stick to the Link Road and try to make it home quickly because all the honking from others really gets on my nerves. Today, I swerved into every gully of the IC Colony and dashed into every corner of LIC Colony on the way only to find fruit sellers with no respect for litchi. King Mango rules everywhere. But Litchi must be the Earl or something somewhere no?

I suddenly remembered that a few guys kept Litchi near Borivali station. On impulse, I rode all the way to the station like a madman on a concoction of adrenaline and serotonin until I found two people with a basket full of what I was looking for.

I told him I had rode all the way from Dahisar for the Litchies. His eyes widened. I think I gave him business hope. He gave me the two dozens I asked for and added a couple more, for the effort probably.

I thought I must write about this. It’s not always that victory comes in Litchi flavor!