Atonement II

Six years ago, I gave up rassogollas. The fates have stuck to their part of the bargain and so have I. My mouth waters terribly when I am face to face with a juicy rassogolla, but it is not destined for me.

I'm giving up mangoes now. I love mangoes. I am that girl who won the mango eating contest when I was eight (36 mangoes for the record) and no, that did not put me off mangoes for life. My mother suggested giving them up in the winters only (when they are not available - mother has many arrangements with God like that, she bargains and barters and hoodwinks the fates) but what are mangoes compared to peace and my part of the bargain working out?