During summer, there is barely a home in western India, be it Gujarat or Rajasthan, that doesn't partake in the festivity that is Amaras. Sometimes, they have it with milk, sometimes rotis and if time and patience allow, they even make sweets out of it. But the best way to go about Amaras is to have it directly as-is. The way the ancients intended. Without preservatives or artificial flavour. Without frills or hassles. An honest treat for an honest day’s work. A silken amaras cascading down your throat - soothing, serenading and more importantly, lingering. To remind you that the mango is indeed the true king of the fruit realm. And that we cannot help but submit to its tasty tyranny.
