Everyday on our way to office, we pass through a small village. As we pass through the meandering lanes flanked by cultivation of varying kinds, my mind gets lulled into an odd type of serenity. It’s refreshing to pass through this place, which is far away from pollution, honking cars, concrete roads, bustling crowds, never-ending constructions, towering buildings, and flashy malls. Time seems to have stopped there for a moment.
Unlike the city mansions or houses, you come across huts with tiled or thatched roofs or colorful cottages splashed with all shades of colors.
People still cook in those olden ways – stove made of bricks and earthen vessels placed over it. Women cook outside their houses and I see them fanning the fire using the age-old conventional method. I see men brushing their teeth with twigs. I see children going to school adjacent to a temple and waving at us in innocent glee. I see goats tied to pillar posts and trying to balance themselves precariously on a ledge to reach that illusive wisp of the tattered flying cloth. I see sheeps lying contentedly in their makeshift shelters and nuzzling against each other. I see cows grazing and walking on the roads and blissfully unaware of the honking and the whizzing cars. I see hens with their brood of chicks clucking and joyfully crossing the road, oblivious of the approaching vehicles. I see a small pond teeming with fish and flashing ripples everytime they swim to the surface. I see miles and miles of cauliflow cultivations, followed by cabbage cultivations, paddy fields, mango orchards, and vineyards. The rich cultivations tempt you to alight from you car and pluck all those tempting fruits. Once I was even fortunate to catch a fleeting glimpse of the swish of a long foxy tail while it was crossing the road and vanished into the thick groves.
I see the sky meeting the earth and it feels you can just touch the clouds if you reach the other side of the road. With the hills in the background, and the clouds swirling abvove the hills and casting a misty shroud over the peaks, it takes your breath away! Everyday I have been passing through the same place but I cant take my eyes off the same set of scenes and sceneries. It has a comforting touch to it. Once the cab hits the main road, I get jolted into reality as I see cars racing past each other, honking endlessly, and people showing no signs of slowing down.... and it seemed like a dream, the sleepy-eyed hamlet that I had just passed by!
I see the sky meeting the earth and it feels you can just touch the clouds if you reach the other side of the road. With the hills in the background, and the clouds swirling abvove the hills and casting a misty shroud over the peaks, it takes your breath away! Everyday I have been passing through the same place but I cant take my eyes off the same set of scenes and sceneries. It has a comforting touch to it. Once the cab hits the main road, I get jolted into reality as I see cars racing past each other, honking endlessly, and people showing no signs of slowing down.... and it seemed like a dream, the sleepy-eyed hamlet that I had just passed by!
