I had some work near Mokila village, close to Neopolis, Hyderabad, so we happened to visit that side of the city. The road leading towards Mokila had two lanes on each side, and interestingly, barriers appeared after almost every kilometer. I kept wondering about the reason behind them — perhaps to slow down the speeding traffic — but could not figure it out completely.
While returning, I noticed lush mango farms spread across the roadside, along with many small fruit stalls lined up under the open sky. Suddenly, one large stall caught my attention. It displayed countless varieties of mangoes — bright yellow, reddish-golden, deep orange, and some with a delicate touch of green. They were shining in the sunlight and arranged so beautifully in neat rows that we simply could not resist pulling over.
An elderly man and his son welcomed us warmly and explained every variety in great detail — its sweetness, aroma, texture, and speciality. Their roadside shop, open to the sky and surrounded by nature, felt far more special than any supermarket or air-conditioned fruit store.
We bought a few kilos of different varieties and brought them home. After soaking the mangoes in water for about eight hours, we finally tasted them — and they were absolutely divine. It felt as though God Himself had blended every possible flavour into those fruits. The sweetness, fragrance, and richness were beyond words.
By and large, we rarely find such naturally ripened and flavourful mangoes in regular markets or supermarkets these days. The entire experience was memorable, and now I am already wishing to visit Mokila again very soon — to once again relish the true fruit of the summer season.
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