February 28, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write about the farm life. Where is the farm and who are the farmers? What are they farming and why? How is the farm life? Go where the prompt leads!Submit by March 5, 2022. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form. The Collection publishes on the Wednesday following the next Challenge. Rules & Guidelines.
Submit by March 5, 2022. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form. The Collection publishes on the Wednesday following the next Challenge. Rules & Guidelines.
Childhood Cashew Memories
Grandmother, was picking cashews with cashew fruit from the garden.
It was our cashew farm. One evening, the first time I explored the cashew farm.
Grandmother, introduced me to the taste of cashew apple, warned me to eat safe, as it may cause my lip swell. The curiosity in me applied the juice of ripe cashew fruit on lips.
Next morning, my lips swollen, grandmother commented how naughty I was and treated me with love and care.
We both sat together, cooked all cashews, broke the shell and packed a box full of fresh cashews, a day to remember.
Thanks for reading 😉
Crisp and well written!
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Thank you Piyush 🥰🤗🤗
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Somehow when I write the word “Crisp” I am reminded of Crisp Samosas !! 🙂
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Sounds like a story from my childhood, except that I’ve never seen a cashews farm 😉 Well done Simon!
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Ha ha 😅 it is a beautiful farm in southern side especially in Kerala and borders you can find them. The farm will look warm and green, the smell of cashew fruits and the colourful cashew apples on their trees will make it look more beautiful on a sunny evening. Thank you Ribana ✨🤗
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This is unfamiliar to me too, but I enjoyed your story. Were you allergic?
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I was 😅 and I tried it again and again every year I visited my grandma 😉 the taste is addictive. Thanks for reading 🥰
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Oh, Simon. I have a dear friend who has a term of endearment: DumbAss.
Really? Again and again? That’s why I enjoyed this story and the grandma who dealt with you.
Write on, Simon, write on.
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ha ha ha😂🤣🤣 it’ll be fun to hear her curse words 🤣 and spend time with her, instead of playing with other kids 😁 I had played with her.. Golden memories to cherish 🥰 ThanK you 😋 😋 🥰
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