The forbidden mango

It was summer season.The schools closed,the roads vacant and the hot gust of wind blowing the sand off the dusty burning roads.Hardly a soul can be found outside.Everybody shyed away in their homes,children playing in tree houses and others went to cooler places on vacation.This was the locality of Shyamnagar. A small town with handful of people where almost everybody knew the other.


Mukul was doing his holiday homework.Loads of homework during summer vacation annoyed him and Rashmi too,his mother,because she had to spend ample time to make Mukul do it and organize it.After all he was only 8.Whole day she will be busy in household chores,Mukul would be running around the house and their garden.They had a big garden.The thing which fascinated Mukul most was the old Mango tree in their garden.He had been seeing it since he was a child.Rashmi told him,it was planted by his great great grandfather and has been there since then.It was the attraction of summer season.Not because of the mangoes but because of the swing on that.Every year his cousins will come to their home in summer,Raghu,Mugdha and Vineet.Mukul would proudly flaunt the great swing on the great mango tree and all will beg him to let them take a chance to have a swing .

But one thing which always intrigued Mukul was none of them were allowed to have the mangoes from the tree.Every year all the mangoes on the tree were collected by his grandfather and father and they disappeared the next day.No one was allowed to taste even a single mango,oh they looked delicious.Many a times,the kids tried to commit the sin of having the forbidden fruit but were always caught.Mukul was planning this year he will eat the mango,no matter what.

Next day his cousins will be coming,he wanted to boast and show he had done the impossible by eating the mango from the tree.Mukul planned to sneak at night and have one of the mangoes.That night when everybody slept Mukul creeped out to the garden.Stealthily he picked up one of the mangoes from the lowest branch of the tree,which was already heavy with the ripened fruits and was almost touching the ground.

He stared at it for a moment ,he did it,he looked around,no one was there to stop him.Everybody was snoring loudly in the summer night.He peeled it and had a bite.Suddenly everything around started revolving.He started feeling dizzy.And then everything went stark dark.

Mukul slowly opened his eyes.It was morning now.He hurriedly went inside the home.He rushed to his room,but wait, the house looked diferent.It was same but different,something peculiar was about it.


He went towards his room,the color on walls had changed from yellow to green.Weird,he thought.He opened the door and was shocked on what he saw next.In the mirror in front of him,he saw a big guy around 23 years standing,holding the door knob,same place where he was standing.It was him,it cannot be anybody else.He went closer to the mirror and touched his face and stared amazingly at the mirror.It was him,all grown up.What happened?Is it a dream,he pinched himself hard.But nothing changed.He was frightened and confused now.What happened to him?Where was he?Is he in future?Is he really dreaming???


Answer to all these questions are:Do not eat the forbidden fruit ever.Listen to GOD ,parents are like GOD so listen to them ha ha ha…