reading books like the adventures of tom sawyer, huckleberry finn, treasure island and others with similar escapades, she revelled in climbing trees. there were some asam and jambu trees behind her grandparents' house with sturdy branches and ripe fruits for the picking.
after her schoolwork was done, she'd be up on the trees in the long cool evenings. it felt good to be up there, dreaming of tree houses, of building a club house and having adventures as exciting as those if not better than the ones she had read.
she was about 11 then, often envying the carefree boys who roamed the length and breadth of the villages till dusk, without so much as a fuss from anyone.
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