My Lovely Summer Days

Our joy knew no bounds when two boys pulled out two long sticks perched in the water from both sides. “Hurrah! Each bate had got a fish!”

Everybody was surprised to see the device of fishing tackles with just two long sticks with attached hanging strings. Both sticks were tied to a long string, and ten more strings were hung with it. Each string got bate and dipped in the water simultaneously, just like a badminton net on the ground. The sticks were pushed into the soft bottom of the water.

This improvised device did the trick. All the faces lit with joy and we had had a lot of fish. After about half an hour we repeated the device one after another and filled our satchels. How exciting was the activity that everyone wished to pull out the sticks one by one? “We have never caught so many fish before.” Their joy knew no bounds.

Every summer would bring many excitement for us it and we used to fulfil our cherished desires every summer. As David Daiches waited for his summer vacation in his early childhood. (Ref. “End of Term”) Picking up the fruits that fell from the trees in the graveyard was one of the most exciting and competitive sports in those days.

Whenever the sky was overcast with dark and creamy clouds we would rush to the graveyard where trees of Jamobolin and mangoes were waiting for us in abundance. We were unable to jump the trees, so we couldn’t help picking the fallen fruit from the grassy…