Everyone in my family loves mangoes! When I was a child, we used to eat yummy mangoes from my grandpa’s small farm in Rajapalayam. The mangoes had funny names like Sappatai, Panchanvarnam, Kizhimooku, and Kasaladdu. They were very tasty because they grew naturally. No powder or chemicals were used to make them yellow or ripe.
Later, I moved to Bangalore. There, I saw mangoes in shops and supermarkets. They looked nice—bright yellow and shiny—but they didn’t taste the same. After eating them, I often got a stomachache. So, I stopped eating mangoes for almost 10 years!
But guess what? This year, something amazing happened! I got lots of mangoes—not from a farm, but from our own factory! My dad has a packaging factory. Long ago, whenever he ate a tasty mango, he would plant the seed in the ground near the factory. Now, those seeds have grown into big trees with lots and lots of mangoes!
I felt super happy to eat mangoes grown from our own land. Not only me, even the people working at the factory and nearby homes enjoyed them. All of us shared and smiled together.
I am very proud of my dad. Even though he is busy with his work, he still found time to plant seeds. He didn’t do it for money. He just loved mangoes and nature.
This story teaches us something important:
Do what you love.
If you do something nice, it can help you, your family, and even other people around you.
That’s the magic of mangoes—and the magic of small good things we do!
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