One day, when Rakesh was six, he walked home from the Mussoorie bazaar eating cherries. They were a little sweet, a little sour; small, bright red cherries, which had come all the way (they were grown in a far away place and had been brought to the bazaar for the customers to buy) from the Kashmir valley.
Here in the Himalayan foothills where Rakesh lived, there were not many fruit trees. The soil was stony, and the dry cold winds stunted the growth of most plants. But on the more sheltered slopes ("sheltered" is an adjective here to describe slopes of the foothills. The oak and deodar trees helped to make this slope more sheltered, or protected, from the dry, cold winds) there were forests of oak and deodar.
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