THE BOXMAN

I was already in a dilemma on how to cope with the sudden shock. The mango tree farm where I used to play with my friends was destroyed and was about to be converted into a tennis lawn. We had an open field, and I didn't have a place to hide. I didn't have fleshy green branches to shelter me with love. A ripe mango ready to be picked from the tree Numbness and dumbness is all I could feel, with huge mangoes in my small hands — the few tasteful memories I have. That summer, be

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