Mango Trees~ A Personal Calling to Village

Longing for Summer Vacations spent in Village

Anuradha Thakur
Sun, 10/04/2020 - 23:03
Green Mango

Lockdown is lifting up. Yesterday, I was searching a book. And suddenly, a letter fall from rack.

It is a old letter. A Letter to Village Calling.


​​​​​I felt nostalgic reading it.


Old Letter

Dear Brother

I hope that you are doing well. I know that you would have joined us ,here. If your exams didn't collide with the same day.


​​​​​​I am loving the village. Do well in your entrance exam. I will be updating about all days spent here.

I am writing down everything.

All the mischievous things done here is recorded in my letter. I will be telling you the village tales more often.

Kids in village


When I will meet you, I will give this collection of letters to you.

Your Lovely Sis



Mango Trees Stunt

You know what happened?

Chaudhury Uncle threatened us so badly. We all kids , here in the village is caught stealing mangoes.

We used to go in the noon time ,when everybody used to sleep.

I loved throwing stones with other kids. And collect falling mangoes.

But Chaudhary uncle is very cunning. He was hiding behind the other trees in the orchid.

He caught all of us.

"Sorry Uncle, we won't repeat. It just happened for the first time", we replied giggling.



We were trying so hard to control our laughter. I can't tell you.

"Yes, so every thief speaks like you kids. That it's their first time", Chaudhary Uncle replied angrily.


"I was noticing since many days. My mangoes were vanishing."

"Hahaha, are you keeping an eye on all the mangoes? Are you counting them", I replied.

Uncle said, "You! I will complaint to your parents. You came here in vacation. And doing such activities with other kids. You are getting too naughty".

Mango trees

Sitting on the Mango Tree

We knew no halt. We kids planned another prank.

One fine day, we all sat on different trees.

And when Chaudhary Uncle appeared, we slowly threw small mangoes from above and then  tiny pebbles.

Uncle was so horrified that he ran away quickly.

And we kids celebrated our victory.


Vacation finally got over

The day approached, when I had to come back to the city.

My parents were packing their bags. 


I was lost in Thoughts.


Back to the urban life?

Who will play this tyre game with me?

Will we go again to this mango orchids?

What about Chaudhary Uncle?

What about this fresh air and peace.

I will miss this Village more than anything else.


Life returns to city. I didn't. My soul still resides in the mango orchids of village. Someday, the soul will trace back to its roots. To the old trees and peace in Village.

Village Calling


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