The papaya is not a fruit. It is a visual odyssey. A verse written for the palate by a sensual poet with a penchant for daring statements and absolute confidence in the pure pleasure derived from the outcome.

When you cut it open, it reveals its startling beauty, the contrast of colours, form and texture, with unabashed self-assurance. It has so much to offer! The gradient of soft green from the peel shifting into orange and, ultimately, transformed into the fiery center where it holds the glistening dark seeds like nuggets of passion waiting to germinate.

The taste is at once heavenly and sinful. The nuanced sweetness gives itself in waves of flavor. It slides, melts on your tongue, indulges every expectation.

Maybe the same can be said about the mango. But papaya has more secrets to tell. Definitely!