No, don’t go out”, Raju said, holding Munni’s hand tightly. Munni tried relentlessly to loosen her brother’s grip while making sure none of the ‘kairis'(raw mangoes) fall from her dupatta. “If we are caught, the Mango man will punish us. Remember what villagers talk about him.” But Munni was in no mood to listen, her morality surpassed the joy of stealing mangoes, she shouted at top of her voice, “Joshi kakaaaa”, in few minutes an old, grumpy-looking fellow came out, “Kaka we love kairis, but my baba says stealing is bad, can you please allow us to take few from your garden.” Munni said these words flashing the biggest smile. Joshi kaka, who in years was never at the receiving end of such an honest smile, surprisingly smiled back. His pain of seclusion was a bit lessened.