GRANDMA'S FISH FRIES
It was the last day of the exam. I never craved to reach home like that before. The last bell rang and we all dashed out to laughter and fun. I rushed home to see my grandpa who had arrived to take us with him. We packed our things very fast for the takeoff. It was a long journey in the bus, where we fought to get the window seat to see the horizon touching the natural beauty; lush greenery of the fields, ponds padded with water lilies and river sides where fishermen spread their nets. We were going to our grandpa’s home in the village. This time grandpa had promised us two fishing rods. It was our favourite sport. And we couldn’t wait to reach there. But the greatest surprise awaited us there was our grandma’s fish fries. The very thought of it filled our mouths with water. When we stepped out of the bus, we found that our cousins had already arrived. Our hearts pranced with joy. Grandma was waiting for us. She was watering the coconut trees with a big hose. We right away jumped ...