It was the month of October and I along with my three classmates were on a trip to Manali, a hill station in Himachal Pradesh.
Passing amidst the
orchards, Rajesh said, “There are plenty of apples in the orchard.” To which I retorted back saying that “It’s a pity that nobody is picking them”. The apple orchard stood quiet in the sunlight.
Suddenly a wild thought came to my mind that why not we jump the hedge and pluck some, as the apples were red and enticing.
Without loosing a moment we sneaked in. Yet our gaze was fixed on them as we stood still and looked here and there to ascertain whether anybody had noticed us or not. Then it was a sudden rush at the fruits. It was the bigger ones and the ripper ones which we wanted but they were out of our reach as they were higher up.
Suddenly an old man appeared from nowhere and very politely asked us if he could help us. Hesitatingly I said, “Why not uncle, please bring a ladder.” And suddenly out of the blue we heard the loud roaring noises of big black and brown hounds which he had brought.
Panting and gasping for breath we ran around the grove. We screamed and yelled but there was no one to hear our cries as we had been trapped. As expected our parents were called in what happened next is anyone’s imagination!