We have many reminiscences in our life.But only some make us to laugh or cry when we remember.One among them is eating unripe mangoes with my friends.Every summer we collect mangoes from gardens.None of the gardens from where we pick mangoes belong to us.When someone comes to catch us we run and escape.Then we sit in our favourite godown which is our adda.We chat,play and discuss about our adventurous juvenile theft.We take out the mangoes and consider as some precious treasures.Finally we slice them up and apply some salt and chilli powder and eat with all watery mouth.I may forgot the taste of the mangoes but not the taste of friendship.
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