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Life's a peach



Or a cherry. Or a litchi.

Usually, by the time June rolls in, I've had my fill of mangoes and melons and am eagerly awaiting winter pears and lush oranges. But not this year.

For the past three weeks, I've been spoilt silly by the sheer mindboggling variety of fruits available in the markets. All of them my favorites. A single trip yesterday yielded bunches of perfectly sweet litchis, bright red cherries rarely seen in Bombay and fresh just-ripe apricots. If I'd wanted any more fruits, they had lovely peaches and plums. Bags full of green almonds have been around for more than a month now.

As my pal Bertie Wooster will say, this has been a rum summer for fruits. For once, I'm not complaining.

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Srivalli said…
Very true...that picture looks lovely simran!
Bharti Khemani said…
Hi Simran
I am writing to you for two reasons; one is that I love your name- my daughter's name is Simran too. And two, reading your blog brings back sweet memories of summer vacations spent in Bombay every year when I was growing up! But I gather you didn't grow up there? Where are you from?
Do visit me:
http://veggiefoodist.blogspot.com/
tc
Simran said…
Thanks Srivalli.

Bharti : I'm glad that my blog brings back memories for you. And you are right. I grew up in Punjab, so Bombay is so much fun : so many new things waiting to be explored.

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