I have a mango orchard beside my house. There are many mango trees, a swing, and a slide in it. The borders of the orchard are fenced.
I love to spend time over there. Usually on a Sunday or any holiday, our whole family spends time over there, talking to each other and playing games like antakshari and dumbcharades. In the evening, I play with my siblings in the orchard. Sometimes when I feel sad, I sit under one of the oldest mango trees. It refreshes my mind and I can return home cheerful.
The whole family waits for the summer season so that we can enjoy the fresh mangoes. I love to go there on a balmy summer day to feel the wind rustling among the mango trees while they sway their giant heads. When there is a storm, most of the mangoes fall off and we run to collect the mangoes that lay strewn on the ground. Sometimes some trees are also uprooted which make me feel sad. My grandmother makes pickles from the raw mangoes which have fallen off.
We make mango shakes from the ripe mangoes and drink them after dinner. Sometimes we also have family picnics over there. Once I made a treehouse in an old mango tree with my mother’s help. Inside the tree house, I set up an area for board games and to play with my dolls. I love mangoes and our mango orchard is my land of fantasy.
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