Don’t Judge a Mango by its Cover …

Apparently books aren’t the only inanimate (or animate) objects you shouldn’t be judging by their skins.

Don’t believe me? Think I’m being melodramatic? Okay, so I wouldn’t (more like couldn’t) normally argue with you on that point as severely as I should – I just wish I had taken a photograph of this enticingly flirtatious mango so you could all get it.

I have never seen a more beautiful Mango in my life, an orange shade that would put a sunset on the most picturesque beach to shame, dripping with bursts of mouth-watering juicy pulp that would no doubt be the envy of every single of Willy Wonker’s syrup infused lollies and a skin as soft, if not more delectable (or podgy)��as a (diet required) baby’s bottom.

Feel like some mango right about now? Yeah, well just don’t. Stay away from that sinful Megan Fox Mango version coz she’s just gonna break your heart. Believe me. I do not lie. Well I do sometimes, but that’s another story.

For us Indians (even apparently demonizing-ly diluted immigrant ones like myself), mangos are sometimes the ONLY fruit we will ingest as a dessert��and that is because it’s sweet enough to kill any lingering remnants of potential health.

Yeah well, not this one. It was crap. Sometimes you don’t need any eloquent words to explain your experience. This mango suxed. Full stop.��I hope you can fully comprehend the dire situation because I even resorted to spelling out the word “full stop”.

Beauty��is definitely skin deep guys, I just didn’t realise I would have to find out this way. Woe is me :(

Oh cheer up. It’s Hump Day, we’re nearly there :)