Jackfruit

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Every market corner
stained with your pungent odour.
“Ma’am! You not like this?”

I confess, the pungent smell of jackfruit is something that turns my tummy. I always giggle at the shocked response from street vendors who can’t understand my revulsion to their beloved fruit.

Location: Estancia (Iloilo) Philippines
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Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a freelance writer, blogger and creative. She writes for business clients and online publications all over the world. When she’s not writing about holistic health and ways to become a more effective writer, Mel is practicing tai chi and supporting the emotional wellbeing of marginalised kids in the Philippines. Sometimes she even has time to cross stitch.

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