#3, the fields beckoning!

The next in the series
#1, in the rain
#2, in the sea

"Hey Mister!"

The photographer stopped in his tracks. The voice stopped him. It was the sweetest voice he had heard in many years. The voice brought back memories of the days when he, a carefree kid, cycled down these very roads to the big mango tree and manage to pick a handful. Evading the caretaker at the farm was quite a task but he was adept at the skill of dodging the fellow for the coveted fruit.

He looked at the mango tree a few feet away, age hadn't done much to the tree and the mangoes up there that hot summer afternoon looked just as delectable as they did 25 years ago. The voice called him again,

"Heeyyy Mister"

He turned around - the grin not yet wiped off - to see a little girl, probably 11 or 12 years in age with the friendliest smile on her face. Her hair were tied in a ponytail but there were plenty of those hair all over her face; her black hair accentuating the blackest eyes he had ever seen. She was the fairytale pre-adolescent in flesh and blood! The most endearing kid he had seen in his 38 years, the kind of kid that manages to get a genuine smile out of you with zero effort!

If he really came here to reclaim his lost childhood, he mused, then this was the moment he just managed it!

"Yes missy?"
"You see that tree"
"I do"
"And those mangoes?"
"Oh those! of course I do! They're just like what they were 25 years ago"
"How do you know what they were 25 years ago"
"I used to steal them, you see!"

Her eyes grew larger with excitement. He could read the excitement; he was getting quite excited himself. She looked at him, earnestly, her expression betraying her thoughts alltogether. He gave her the kind of grin his face forgot about years ago managing plenty of betrayal itself! And before you could say "yes" or blink they were racing towards the tree!!