So I went to the market one day to shop for some fruits and there I saw mangoes over the stall of my vendor .
My curiosity did the talking then on.
Me: What’s that ? Over there.
Seller: Sir, ‘Chosa’ mangoes . Try them. They are delicious.
Me: But mangoes, they are available these days ? (Picking up one from the stock)
Seller: Sir, These are Pakistan Imported, very sweet . Try no ?
Me: Pakistan Imported ? Sorry, But I don’t need them anymore.
Seller: For they are Muslims ?
Me: No Chacha , I know even you are a Muslim . If I can buy these from you then the question of the Hindu – Muslim differences doesn’t arise Over here . A ‘Dussehri’ from Malihabad or a ‘Kalmi’ from Saharanpur belongs to my land, my country and the income generated from their sale goes into the pocket of my own brothers. But even the sweetest of these fruits will taste as bitter as possible because they are from a country that unthinkingly encountered our Jawans doing their duty for no reason on the planet. I am sorry but I can’t even touch these.
Seller: You won’t be seeing any Pakistani fruit over my stall anymore.
I should rather die from hunger than earn from these fruits grown on the land of the terrorists.