There I was walking in my garden in the cool of the evening and minding my own business when my evening contemplations were interrupted by my neighbour (who, evidently was contemplating as well).
“So…can your banana be eaten?”, my contemplative neighbour asked.
“Wha…..what?!!”, I replied, after snapping out of my contemplative stupor.
Frankly, I thought he was being rather obscenely rude.
Until I looked up and realized he was looking at the bunch of bananas growing from my banana plant.
“Oh! Um…er…I don’t know actually. The last bunch didn’t quite make it to maturity”, I replied, recalling how the bunch was viciously attacked by banana-hungry insects and died prematurely.
“I don’t think your banana can be eaten. It’s probably ornamental”, the guy responded. Thereafter he shifted his gaze to his banana plant with a nice bunch of bananas growing out of it as well.
“Oh well, if it doesn’t mature, then I’ll chop it off one of these weekends”, I replied, all the while thinking why the fella cannot pronounce a bunch of bananas as bananaS and not merely banana?!!!!
That was a couple of weeks ago. Today, I was in a contemplative mood again in the garden near the banana plant. I looked up and saw this:
I guess its true. My banana can’t be eaten. :(