These are jamun fruits, which to me look a little like large Kalamata olives. When they’re ripening they change colour from green, to pale pink, to a deep crimson red and then finally to a deep purple-black. They’re very pretty to look at, I think, especially when tossed against this perfect shade of pink cloth.
In the intense heat of pre-monsoonal June in Rajasthan, I watched, worriedly, as my friend Shankar picked them for work by climbing a ladder made from sticks of bamboo, tied together, from trees that were about 30 metres high.
I don’t like to eat them as they’re too sour for me, but they’re known to have many health benefits, particularly for those people with diabetes.