Desi Frooti🥭

 

I was just eating this small mango, that I recalled my childhood, when I used to demand to have frooti (The mango drink from Parle) instead of eating mango. I used to be so in love with frooti, that I remember crying endless times for having the same. Being from a low- middle class family, spending money on such drinks frequently was not thought to be affordable at all. So what my parents used to do was, they would squeeze the mango, which was smaller in size, from the outside, so that the pulps inside would become semi liquid (don't know if thats the correct word, but understand the meaning), and then they would wash the tip of the mango, and give to me, saying "here's your frooti. It's even better than the packaged frooti". And thus, though I would know that it is not same thing that I was asking for, I would used to think that it was actually fresh, and I should not trouble more, to my parents as they were already financially fighting to meet our needs. I would suck the mango pulp, imagining it to be the Frooti and enjoying it to heaven. And the bonus was the mango kernal, which I would get at the end, plus some remainings of the pulp, on the peels of it. 😋😊