It is a bright sunny day and summer holidays started just two days ago. Its 4 o' clock in the afternoon.
"Peter! Come in the garden for having tea". My mom calls me.
I pause the video game which I had been playing for so long, and reach in the garden, where my Mom and Dad are already sitting and having tea. I join them. My Dad recollects the memories of his childhood, and shares them with me and my Mom. We all laugh and enjoy the stories.
" When I was a kid of 10, we used to live in the village of Vashimkapur... There, I would go tip toe with my friends, into the farm of Mr. Hari Kishan, and climb up the big tree which was bending with the load of the juicy mangoes... Then after plucking the mangoes, we would run away. " said my Dad.
" Dad, did you ever get caught by Mr. hari Kishan?" I asked.
"Yes! I remember the scene when we all would run with the cloth bag full of mangoes and Mr. H K running behind us with a thick branch of the tree." My dad told me.
I quickly fininshed drinking the tea, and I went to resume the video game. While I was playing the game, I wondered how did my dad look when he climbed the tree. My dad as a sweet child of 10!