My garden

"If I catch you boys, I will give you to the police," the old man said.

All of us remained frozen on the trees, hating the old man.

"I have already called the police, just you all wait there," he said and closed the door. 

Twenty Five years laters when I went to see the neighbourhood where I had grown up, that garden along with the trees were gone. In place of it was a four storey building. Everything seemed so different that I felt I preserved a fresher image of my old nemesis than his descendants living in that fancy house.