It was a hot summer afternoon,the sun shone bright and the air was dry. Aunt Jane was busy kneading sweater for Uncle Thomas under the banyan tree that provided her partial protection from the mid-day sunlight. Her pale face , grey hair , wrinkled skin and shivering hands witnessed her old age.

"Hurry , or she'll catch us" whispered the kids who sneaked in to pick the unripe mangoes from her garden.

"She's old and I've heard that people lose their sight in old age" said another .

"BUT NOT THEIR HEARING POWER I GUESS" yelled aunt Jane " NOW GET LOST BEFORE I GET THERE AND SNATCH ALL YOUR MANGOES"

After a few hours , the sun dipped below the horizon and the fleeting colours of dusk began to fade away, Aunt called it a day and...