A is for Apple
By Christabelle Coutinho |Grown-ups are always asking me what I want to be when I grow up. I can’t wait to find out either but right now I don’t know the answer to that. What I do know is what I want to be in my next life: an apple.
I’ve come to the conclusion that apples are the A-listers of fruits. Divinely important. Didn’t God himself pick apples, out of all the fruits in the Garden of Eden, to test Adam and Eve’s obedience? What about the first letter of the alphabet. It’s not A for Amla or Ananas. It’s A for apple.
Apples are somehow always top of mind. Need a fruit to poison a princess who lives with seven dwarves? Try an apple. Want to keep the doctor away? Apple. Want your life to carry on without a hiccup? Don’t upset the apple cart. Want to butter up your teacher? Take her an apple. Want to stay out of trouble? Keep your distance from rotten apples. Want to understand gravity? Sit under an apple tree. Want a name for a brand of computers? Apple.
The apple of your eye, your Adam’s apple, the apple in your cheek, there’s no place this fruit hasn’t been. Apples offer a potent symbol for multiple concepts: creation, health, cutting-edge technology. At the end of the day, if you need an object to express your joy, sadness, sickness, intelligence ... an apple is your best friend.
That’s the kind of fame and importance I look forward to in my next life. Right now, I feel like kiwi fruit. All sour and green with envy.
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