Resetting the clock of routine, in a village.
Rewinding, revisiting how it used to be.
Childhood memories springing up.
Refreshing walks amidst the fields.
The fragrant smell of wet mud.
Encountering the familiar but forgotten odors.
Greens, till the eyes can see, yellow of mustard like sunshine.
Tall symmetrically planted trees creating fascinating geometrical patterns.
The simple food made with utmost care and love.
Stray pups running in the narrow lanes.
Beautiful calves, staring curiously at the passersby.
Life seems to slow down here, the traffic, the noise, nowhere.
Chirping of birds occasionally disturbed by the sound of tractors.
Time seems to pause here and conciousness of being, jerked forward.
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