I love grapes. Right from the grapevines to the final product of grape fruits in the farms, and furthermore the wine that some of the most creative people invented from that pearly fruit, everything about grapes sounds like some medieval witchcraft to me. I have been seeing grapes on sale at the rate of Rs100 for 2 kg wherever I go these days. I didn’t go beyond 50 km from home on these days. That’s why the offer surprised me all the more. Grapes in my rural neighbourhood at such low rates sounds an alert. So I didn’t buy any of those. But when I found them at a higher price this evening in a hypermarket, I bought half a kg after enough dawdling. “Are these sweet?” I asked the staff. “Sweet and sour,” she said. “A bit sour,” she explained when I looked sceptical. When I tasted them at home, after soaking them in salt water for half an hour and then washing them three times in running water as instructed by Maggie, they tasted like the pesticide in the vegetables I usually get...
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