We had a big jamun Tree in our rented house in Gurdaspur which used to be full of Jamuns in summer rainy season and children from neighborhood would go upstairs all noon , not letting us rest , to have their fill and carry home too . Those were the times people planted fruit trees in their homes and in neighborhood for the birds and delighted to share with all people .
We had a poem in our Panjabi text book in class 6 th about games children play with elderly house lady sneaking into her house to pluck Berries n how she reacts with anger outwardly but inwardly loving their play with her -
Oh kiddar gaye digarhe, jad chhato de pichhwarhe San ber chhato de khande, has has ke galan khande ....
We loved that poem n used to sing in group with friends . Happy childhood memories ❤️
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