I loved my aunt’s place. She had a big house and loved to keep decorative items.
Whenever I went to her place, she would feed me with all new and different types of cookies and chocolates.
One day, I had returned from school and saw vibrant fruits — an apple, banana and 3 oranges — kept on a plate on the center table. Something made them look very attractive. Without much thinking I grabbed one to eat, but it was hard and cold.
I realized that except for its appearance nothing was quite edible of it. They were masterfully sculpted and painted in clay. My aunt had got it from somewhere as a keepsake for us. Though, they could not be savored but there bright and almost real look served as a treat to my eyes and also became a means to fool my friends and any relatives when they visited us.