The complete Satisfaction - my 60th blog

 I woke up from the bed to the sound of rain and had a cup of tea. My dad asked me to help him with the instrument for plucking mangoes from the tree. After fixing it, we went to pluck mangoes, and the rain that was stored in a cover of dark clouds suddenly pored without any precaution. But we didn't step back; we stood in the rain and plucked most of the mangoes that we could. Then me and my dad went with the pickaxe to dig the tap roots. Being a girl from an agricultural background, I think it is rolled up in my genetics because I found my zenith of satisfaction in this. In between these times, I picked up a handful of mud and made it into a mini pot. I didn't sieve and made it. I kept it near the mud stove, and that's the only way to dry it in this rainy season. At last, I kept it inside the mud stove as it got heated by the remaining ash. Finally, I got a cute mini pot, but it has some leakage.