Jack Fruit
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Our family has designated code words for each of our family members. Like my younger daughter goes by “mango” as she loves them a lot. And my elder daughter goes by “banana” as she hates the fruit and runs away from them - especially from the smell of bananas.
I am the Jack fruit - named by my wife for being prickly on the outside and perhaps sweet on the inside. And the fruit has its own pungent smell, so perhaps I am also metaphorically smelly. This grows on large trees in the equatorial belt and the fruit is as large as a foot to two feet long and at least half as wide. And cutting these when we bought the whole (when I was young, and I was young too once) - nowadays we buy partly cut fruit in the various Indian supermarkets around.
No harm in sharing this info though as I don’t use any of these in my passwords or anything. So no internet-based harm is expected from these disclosures. For all I know, all my devices are as compromised as they can be from other sources and means.
