How fruits taste the best

When I was ten years old, my mother took me to Syangja. It was during winter vacation. My brother, Phurba who was fourteen years old, was also in our excursion. Mother told us to respect nature and learn where our food comes from. She added, "Fruit tastes better when we get it ourselves." To learn more and to enjoy delicious oranges we headed towards an orchard. After an hour of walking, we reached the place where we saw orange trees loaderd with ripe and tempting oranges. I still remember the taste and the smell of those nectars

Many large and small; green and ripe oranges were blooming and shining felt as if the big and small trees were welcoming us bowing with juicy sweet oranges, greeny leaves and prickly thorns. An attractive orange, that was the size of a cricket ball, seized my eyes .lt was plummy and pulpy. Althouth the prick ly stem ends scared me. I could imagine the juice inside it. Only thinking of the tiny seeds and delicious juice inside could tempt any one, I smelt it and imagined the sweet honey- filled nectar inside. Mother warned us not to pick the hard and green ones as they could be sour. "If you bite, your mouth may explode in little spurts of sourness, reminded she.

 My brother enjoyed many oranges sitting in a corner which was just beside the orange tree. My mother, whose childhood had passed in that particular area, was rather excited .She was busy filling her bag with large and ripe oranges. I too had many bat the last one was the largest and the sweetest one. Then we left the orchard Since the place was so wonderful we left with heavy hearts. While returning, my eyes caught sight of a large orange which kept on tempting me. I could easily imagine how soft, juicy fragnant and bumpy that one would have been. I wished I could feol its texture and could hold its pleasant smell forever


From that day on. I always prefer fruits from their natucal places. I havs eaten oranges many times since then, but they have never tasted as delicious as the ones in the orchard.