Pomegranate is a highly difficult fruit to like because you never know how to spell it.
In Hindi, we call it anaar, and because we took it from Persian of course it sounds nice. It is inspired from the firecracker, also called anaar, the one kept on the floor that bursts upwards while scores of people are slowly being hypnotised from boredom to a trance, like north Indian family ennui in which you will say yes to arranged marriage. I am told the fruit came first.
Why it is my favourite – I’m not sure, I don’t really have any memory or association with it. It is crunchy and yet dissolves like water in the mouth. I once googled healing foods and learnt that it is the sher of the jungle there too – and so I keep it around and eat it religiously unlike medicine, which I tend to forget.