Last week I was at our main office when a storm blew up. Hungry for katcha am (unripe mango), I hurried down to the entrance, where several others were already waiting. We watched for several minutes as the wind whipped the mango trees in our courtyard ...then finally a couple mangoes fell, and I rushed out in the the rain to grab them. But the wind kept getting stronger, and soon mangoes were falling from all the trees, along with leaves and branches. Then suddenly, in a fierce gust, the tree in front of us snapped in half and filled the courtyard with its branches.
So what was looking like a record mango crop suddenly was cut in half. I think many other areas also had similar losses.
But the mango did not go to waste. Lots was eaten fresh with salt, and much more was pickled as spicy amer achar. 
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