Plums always take me back to one of my childhood episodes. Our rented home in Shillong (that’s where both I and my brother were born and raised) had a shabby backyard and in that stood tall a pear tree, couple of orange trees and a plum tree. It could be just the sentiment speaking, but somehow, I never tasted plums as sweet as those from that tree. One afternoon, after Mom put us to nap, which was not a success although she thought it was, we silently got up from the bed and tiptoed to the door. Mom was asleep.…
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