Mango Shower

They say mangoes come here after mango showers. In my childhood, I did not know what is meant by the mango shower, exactly. The only thing about mangoes I knew was, in May after the schools are over we will board the train to Bettiah, my home. Place of copious mangos. Home surrounded by 15-20 mango trees of different species a heaven for mango lover like me.
We usually have plenty of mangoes stored in a dedicated room for mangos. This room was intentionally open for 24 hr so that anybody anytime want to eat them they can just walk in the room pick as many as they want. I quote the word “intentionally” is to eat the fruit before it gets unpalatable. Therefore, mangos were showered from trees for us and for me this was the mango shower.
That day we were playing Hide and seek on the roof. I was hiding behind a small water tank. Behind me there was a mango tree which had most famous mango specie in the state. I turned for a moment looking to the tree and saw a yellow dot behind green leafs. This was visible from this particular angle only. I somehow went and climbed the tree to reach that hanging fruit. I took that mango to kitchen and was shock to know the fact that it was the first fruit, which ripped on that tree in that season. I felt proud being the first person to eat it and what else a mango lover need. But suddenly that moment turned into melancholy when I was told to cut it in at least 10 pices and serve to elder as a first fruit. I was wistful. I fought on issue that I am not going to give this to anyone. After this fight I was taught a long lecture that I should share this. It was as if like I had found big treasure and need to share with everyone. I was thinking what I did. After long discussion it was cut in at least 12 small pieces and I got one and another one I manage to get, so I had two of them.
I remember that taste. What a fruit it was. Awesome! I still search the same taste in mangoes in my city but I dint find any.
This is May end. I have heard that mangoes are on full strength again in Bettiah. But I can only remember the taste of mango sitting in front of my personal computer.