Tuesday, 10 January 2012
I shifted the weight of the fruit from one palm to the other, my finger tracing the fine white lines that ran creatively over the pale yellow-green satin like skin of the gooseberry. I brought it closer to my mouth, my teeth easily sinking into the crisp flesh. My eyes immediately squeezed shut as the bitter –sour taste of the gooseberry coated my tongue. I quickly chewed the fruit down, my face pulling into all expressions; I grabbed a mug of water taking a small sip. I swooshed the water in my mouth, thoroughly enjoying the sweet taste it brought. I devoured the rest of the fruit ending each bite with a sip of water which “magically” turned sweet in my mouth.
That is when my philosophical mind kicked in. That is when I realized as to how much a gooseberry resembled life. It was an outstanding example for the one universal truth of existence- the beauties of life come only after you have stepped over a hurdle. You relish the sweetness only after a dose of intense bitterness.