Contest : Weekly Diary game | Week 18 of 2025 | date: 04-May-2025 | Today I ate the first raw mango of the year.

Assalamu Alaikum dear, Greetings to all from my motherland Bangladesh and a warm welcome to my blog for another session on the topic of my daily lifestyle content. This community moderator @pathanapsana is running his diary game contest and I will happily participate.

I woke up early in the morning and prayed Fajr. Then I felt refreshed so I went for a walk outside. Suddenly my cousin Mamun Bhai called and said that we need to go to the city with him for some business. He will buy pigeons for him and take me with him, so I went to the market with him on his bike. While I was going on the road, the sun was shining on me. I took a picture like this from the gap between the palm trees in front.

I went to the market and wandered around for a while, then bought the pigeon of his choice, came home, freshened up, and rested for a while. Then I walked and talked to my friends on the phone. Then suddenly I stood under an old mango tree next to our house. After a long time, I am standing under that old tree again.

Summer has come and there is a light breeze of heat all around. As soon as I stretched out my hand and pulled it, a raw mango fell down. I took the mango wrapped in green in my hand and saw that it was dripping with sap as if announcing its existence. The smell of that sap was sour, intense, and a kind of familiar feeling pulled my mind far back.

The mango peel is falling

I used to climb this tree as a child. I remembered everything from climbing the tree, pulling the mango, and then the smell of my hands smearing the sap. Even though the mango was raw at that time, it was full of joy.

Now I have picked that mango again, but there is no one around, no one from my childhood. Still, every drop of sap seems to be telling the story of the days gone by. I broke the mango by pressing it against the tree. Its inside was shiny white, with a sour-sweet smell.

Inside view of a raw mango being cut

I slowly walked and sat down in the shade of the tree. The soft grass around me was like a bed of nature. As I held the raw mango in my hand with both hands and squeezed it, a light slush fell on my fingers with a snapping sound.

As I broke a piece and put it in my mouth, my eyes widened, ah, that old sour, familiar taste of raw mango that stuck to my tongue. Licking my fingers covered in slush, it felt like childhood had returned. I sat on the grass and ate the raw mango piece by piece.

I sat there for a while. There was another person with me. So we talked for a while and then came home in the afternoon and took a shower and freshened up. Then I went to the mosque and met a few more people and prayed with them. Then I came home and had lunch with everyone on time. It is my habit to rest for about half an hour after lunch, so I lay down for a while. Then in the afternoon I went to the market near us. Today I really wanted to see the market situation, so I spent some time in the bustling atmosphere of the city.

There were many people in front of me who were busy with their work, some were busy with buying and selling business in the market. Many were selling various types of fresh vegetables and fruits on the side of the road. Some were selling watermelon, lemon, pineapple, etc. Currently, the prices of these fruits are a bit low in Bangladesh because they are in season.

Later in the afternoon, I prayed at the nearby mosque and then walked around the surroundings. Evening was slowly descending on the city. The sky was reddish, and there was a slight coolness in the air. I was walking quietly, trying to get rid of the fatigue of the day in my own way. Suddenly, I noticed a man sitting on a small stool on the side of the road with several sour and spicy pickle items arranged in front of him.

There are two types of pickles, sweet and spicy. Seeing the mango pieces smeared with reddish spices next to it, it seemed like my eyes would widen with one bite. The tamarind pickle is the most mysterious, greasy, dark brown color, and its aroma makes my tongue water.

Plum pickle 2 Steem per cup

Mango pickle 2 Steem per cup

I took some tamarind pickles and wrapped them in polythene. Even though evening was approaching, it felt like the day had started anew with a bite of pickles. So from there I came home because it was already night.

At night, I went to my cousin's house and spent some time there with my nephew because he was young and liked to be with me. Then, after the call to prayer, I prayed in the mosque and came home and had dinner. Then, after finishing all the work, I went to bed and started working on Steemit. In this way, when the night got late, I fell asleep and ended the day like today.

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Photography Details 📸

Camera used	Mobile Poco M2 Pro
Location	Dhaka Bangladesh.
Subject	Photography
Photographer	@max-pro