JACK FRUIT

JACK FRUIT(True story) My uncle was very fond of his daughter, married to a station master, working at Hubli railway station. It was the season of jack fruits in Keralam. People do not steal it, even when it grows by the road side. So my uncle thought of presenting a ripe fruit, which is really tasty. It was quite big, but uncle managed to take it all the way from Trichur to a junction near Hubli. There he was tired and had to wait for two hours, for the connecting train. He fell asleep, though it was day time. When he finally woke up, the jack fruit was there, but his purse had disappeared He narrated the story to the station master who knew his son-in-law. He was given a fresh ticket. When he reached his house, his daughter was happy to see her father. But the sight of the big fruit disheartened her. She knew how messy it is, to cut it and peel off the skin. It was always her mother who did it; she liked to eat it, no doubt!