Nowadays, when little boys and girls are busy with summer vacations, Puja vacations, winter vacations, even in any small fun event, they either go to school with bags on their backs or are busy with dancing, singing, drawing, etc., we remember our childhood. In our childhood, playing puppets, playing Rannabatti, pittu, langcha, ha-du-du, naam patapati, playing kabaddi, playing Adi-Bhav team was also a part of sports. Of course we didn't have a two-room life like a poultry hen. There was a playground or backyard to run around. Which is almost an unrealistic fantasy for today's children. When we were playing with our friends in childhood, we used to get angry and leave, vowing that we would never play with them again. But all those promises were for two or three days. Then, once called, I would go to play with my friends, then I would not remember that promise anymore. Since we lived in a rented house, we spent most of our time there. Although we never met PC because he passed away seven years before I was born. But Pisemshaiya was our umbrella. We spent most of the day there. In front of PC's house was friend Manta's house. We used to play different games in their backyard. Meanwhile, Pistuto Didi's children are our two sisters' cousins, so who gets us when they come during summer vacations, puja vacations and various functions! We did not care about our friend Manta then. PC's house had a windy lemon tree. I don't remember how many airy lemons the tree produced but it was enough to create an atmosphere like sitting on a rock or hanging out in a culvert. We didn't care about the thorn in the tree. We sat there and talked about all our privates. That tree was ours in the morning and in the afternoon and in the evening Witness all secrets. We used to have a tree climbing competition. Mejdi's son Raja was like a ghost. Means his entry into the PC's house was first the terrace, the cornice, then the roof and finally down the stairs. Then you can understand what kind of team we were friends! My sister was the number one scorpion no matter how 'pepper under the floor' (according to mother's dialogue) in looks and appearance. He used to fight with the boys. Sometimes me and my elder two daughters were a bit quieter so we were not behind in climbing the tree, we are the masters there. Lakshmi puja at home. Everyone is busy. From Bhog preparation to Prasad distribution. But we are eating fruit prasad from that tree and planning how many pulses, sugarcane, shankalu, apples will be eaten. In this way, we have not seen when the sisters became like brothers and sisters. Even today Bonji is my hubby Dada to Bonpods. It means Meso becomes Dada. Day after day, the tree has no idea how much torture it has endured. No matter how old she is, the tree still remains in our relationship. The lack of trees is perhaps these days. I miss that beautiful childhood where there was simplicity, passion, touch, the joy of pure sports and the magic of friendly trees.