Do you like mangoes?
I live in Mumbai. I order mangoes from all over India. They come in cardboard or wooden cartons full of hay. The mangoes are nestled between the hay. When they are dispatched, they are unripe. The hay helps them become ripe.
I had a guest over; he pointed to the cardboard box and said, what is this? I said, this is a box of mangoes. He opened it and told me I was wrong. It is a box of mangoes and hay. I said no, while you may be technically right, the hay exists for the mangoes. The point is the mangoes. We agreed to disagree.
This isn’t a piece about mangoes. This is a piece about nations. A nation is made of stories.
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