ideas in their minds. Indeed, April is the month of youth: having beenfreed from the grind of classes, lessons, teachers, homework,examinations, and having thrown the books onto the attic, children areat their boisterous best in their restless search for fun and frolicking.They crave for outings to dance in wild glee
to run amok in gay
In droves, run into mango orchards … one group, encircling the
,the watchman, cleverly engages him in innocent co
having side-tracked his attention, some from the other group throw
stones at mango trees … climb the trees … stealthily pluck the rawmangoes … run to bamboo bushes, hiding behind them … cut the
mangoes, season them with salt and green pepper
… enjoy the bitewith the fellow brat … enjoy the whole game to its hilt.
At the multitude of colors of the
, no wonder even if thegrownups suddenly turn young, are reminded of their youth
nostalgia … and even join
humming their old
ninna leni andamedo thongichuche nenduko
the beauty that was not there yesterday has peeped in today forreason unknown
where were all these beauties all these days?