My parents own a beautiful summer house located at a hill station called Shahenshah. Last summer, to escape the heat of the city I decided to visit my grandparents. They were thrilled at the news for they barely ever got to spend time with their grandchildren anymore. I myself was quite happy at the prospect of being pampered by them. When I reached their home the sun was lowering behind a canopy of the trees.
The next morning I decided to go on a walk by myself. Arming myself with a camera I stepped outside. Fortunately, the weather was quite pleasant so I didn’t even have to bother wearing a jacket. Soon I was on what looked like a well admiring the natural beauty of my surroundings and occasionally taking pictures.
Since I had left home without having breakfast, pangs of hunger finally set in. My mouth was parched by now as I longingly thought of cool water. In the throes of desperation, the surrounding shrubbery developed a sinister quality. I thought it wise to tread more carefully in case there were some dangerous animals around. Images of snakes and cheetahs kept invading my mind. Nevertheless, I gathered my wits and decided to try again to head in the right direction. Unfortunately, my second attempt proved just as futile as my first.
While I sat down on the ground to rest for a while, I wondered if my grandparents had noticed my absence as yet. Suddenly an idea came into my mind. I climbed the tallest tree I could find and from its