Dear Friends,
During a few days, whenever I open my windows, my eyes stick to see the beautiful mango tree outside of my window.
That is the season when we are able to see the mango flower on the tree.
I have many childhood memories till I can recall related to the mango tree.
I told you about my cousin who lives in the village. They had a mango yard, and my grandfather used to take care of that garden.
There are several trees, and a few of them were low in height.
I and all my cousins, brothers, and sisters in summer vacation went to visit aunt mango yards.
I was very naughty in my childhood. Still, I am naughty, and I admit it.
Anyway, I always climb those trees that are low height. Then I plugged mangoes for my rest brothers and sisters who were waiting to catch them.
To be very honest speaking, we stole them from the trees. Though, those mango trees belong to my aunt's family. But they sell those mangoes to the merchants. The condition was you can take those mangoes which were drop down from the trees. But you can not plug mangoes from the trees.
Now, in childhood, who cares about logic?
One day those merchant laborers caught us in red hands. My grandfather requested them to leave us, but one of them complained about me to my mother, and she scolded me for the offense I had done.
Today while writing those memories, I want to tell you, always talk to yourself once a day and recall good memories. Otherwise, you may miss meeting an excellent person in this world.
