Story of a mango thief

 I looked at this little child of 7 years and I instead saw Ravanasura who has come to kidnap not me, but all my belongings.

It all started with mangoes. Always, it starts and ends with mangoes. Mangoes attract little children just like sugar attract ants. I might have screamed at hundreds of kids just for loitering around my mango tree. Of course, why would they just loiter, they are there to pluck the mangoes - the mangoes which my acidic stomach does not accept and my husband's diabetes detests. 

All the tiny fruits are stolen my these little 'thieves'. Now the remaining ones are quite big, ripe and are in very tall branches not attainable without large poles. So these little kids have to either climb the stairs and go to terrace or bring their adults. 

Normally kids don't dare this step. So I was little bit at peace. Knowing they would not dare to climb the staircase and risk getting shouted at by the angry old lady. 

That is exactly why I was aghast when I saw the little boy climbing down the stairs from terrace. I shouted with my angriest voice (read screech) at him - come here, eeey, come here. He did not, he just opened the gate and ran away.  

 Of course, I am not worried about one or two mangoes being stolen. I am worried about the next step these people will take. Two elderly people at home - lady does not hear too well. Man is outside often. So why do they need mangoes - why do they need anything. 'Shiva rama andkondu melakke hogta irbeku'.  Right?

So, I who think I am next Karl Marx, tweet like a true socialist, keep on arguing with spouse about how wrong right wing politics is, shouted mercilessly at a small child for a few mangoes. My empathy, my kind heartedness, my humanity???