Summer apps sell golden-hued and lush mangoes which are CGI improved. They are not like Mangoes from my childhood. I remember. Kailash's divine fruit. Srivatsam's sticky wars. A kotai sucked clean, believing it to be the crowning glory of summer. Teacher Periamma spoons. Banganepalli with decorum. Now, just memory — sweet, aching, ripe. This is not a recipe. It's a return.