Mango Magic and Naani
I'm currently in India for fieldwork, and, as always, visiting my family is a must. This time, I'm lucky enough to be here during the much-awaited mango season. Believe me when I say: mangoes take over our lives. We’re a family of devoted mango enthusiasts spanning all generations. There's never enough storage—our fridge is always at capacity, and the overflow ends up in buckets of water. Yes, really. It’s a sight to behold. As kids, we used to have intense mango-eating competitions. Because honestly, what could be more thrilling? Sometimes we overdid it and ended up with stomachaches, but never— never —did we feel a shred of regret. Speaking of regret, it brings me to a conversation over lunch during this visit (because yes, even our conversations tend to orbit around mangoes). I had the chance to spend time with my Mami—my maternal aunt—who shared stories about my Naani, my maternal grandmother, and her fierce love for mangoes. Naani was one of a kind—resilient, progre...