Random thoughts about mango memories
Sitting at my desk attempting to do some work. My mind won’t stop wandering and I can’t seem to focus. Distractions are all around me. I couldn’t seem to resist the temptation to eat all the chocolates, and once I did, I felt bad. So, I turned to the fruits and they aren’t quite ready yet. I picked up the mango and checked to see if it’s ripe… I snap off the stem and expose the bursting fruity smell. This is the smell of a green mango… This is the smell of Cambodian memories… This is the smell of home. I hold the mango close to my nose and smell that one fresh area whilst closing my eyes. Memories are not purely flashing images. Memories are feelings, they’re experiences that let us remember how we felt at that time. The smell of this green mango not only brought back the image of me eating loads of them whilst in Cambodia. The smell of this green mango brought back the taste, the feeling of biting into it, the way it made my tongue feel after eating too many; and mainly, it broug...