Me @ My village

I had thought about writing this down somewhere however this slipped out of my mind. Its been around 4 months back that my folks insisted me to take two days off from my hectic schedule and visit my grandparents at my village. For once I was a bit reluctant about commuting so much and asked my folks to temporarily delay the same, though the plan didn't work out.

I started my journey at New Delhi Central and as expected there we found a rustic train ...called the Himalayan Queen!! The Hiamalayan Queen left the station as if like me it too was not fond of traveling. The journey was mostly covered during the night time, and to my surprise I found myself in a totally new world in the morning. It was like a magic spell that had just come true. I was woken up by the smell of sweet morning wind and fresh earth after the rain. I took the window seat and then started gazing outside the window at a view that was somewhat unnatural to me. My mind could not fit the view of a green field, a pond with buffalos and the like, in the perspective of the concrete city life. Though much less organized than the one found in the cities, the life there offered a peaceful and serene environment where things moved at their own sweet pace, and it didn't matter much to people. Life still went on without the need of what we defined as necessities in the city life.

This feeling was repeated when I reached my village. At my home I found my grandparents growing vegetables in their garden. The stock was sufficient for their survival and that for their neighbors (our relatives). Next day, my grandfather, took me to our fields and asked me to collect waste twigs for use in boiling water. Further, he also asked me to water one of our paddy field. All this while, I hadn't thought, even once, about how would people reach me, how would work happen without me, which project was screwed by the people working on it, and the like. These thoughts seem to be very trite in front of nature's virgin beauty in my village. Later, I sat in my field watching the sunset, contemplating what I have gained and what I have missed. At that moment I got a call from a colligue of mine.