Grandma's stories are always fun and poignant . So on Summer holidays I go to her house to sleep hearing her bed time stories and savour the golden mangoes from the courtyard and swim in the cold shower in the pond amidst verdant green nature laid around her house .
This summer I ardently went to her house ,as usual She welcomed me with a bunch of ripened mango pieces.
Later in afternoon I heard people whispering across the street of clearing the thick lush trees opposite to granny's house for a new shopping...