Spiritual Moment with a Mango

I had a strange experience while consuming a mango last year (or maybe a year before that). It was evening, I felt mild pangs of hunger and I remembered nice luscious mangoes bought by Gyani. I took one out, washed and peeled it with a knife as Gyani does. The golden yellow fruit with its intoxicating aroma was so inviting that I couldn't wait to cut it (ironically, it had taken a longer time to peel) and sunk my teeth into its sweet flesh. 

The moment its divine juice flooded my mouth was orgasmic. I must have eaten hundreds or thousands of mangoes but never quite like the one which was exploding bliss in my mouth. I felt blessed by the god of taste. 

Suddenly I felt guilty for savouring the heavenly fruit all alone without sharing with anybody. I did the next best thing. I closed my eyes... with each bite I remembered everyone - family, friends - one by one with a silent prayer "the sweetness I am experiencing, let it sweeten the minds and spirits of everyone." I remembered dad, mom, my siblings, their families, my friends, their families and their families. With the last bite, exhilaration filled my being.