This is the road through which I go to my native home - its just 30 km from the capital. And this particular road is just near my home - around a kilometer. Whenver I go, I stop my car and enjoy this natural ambience. Sometimes I talk to these people to know how their life is. Met with these two people, who are farmers, aged more than 70. They are good friends and definitely meet each other at least twice daily. One of them is a farmer and the other one takes care of a big cow herd from the village. As you can see, they definitely spend a nice time in this natural place. And the best part of their life is socialization - spending time with friends.
How is the view ? I could not leave this place easily. The good part of this area is that, these farmers do not use chemicals for their farming - they do all natural farming the old way. When they do not do farming, they try to find out some other work. One such guy came to work with another man to my home - to cut woods by hand sawing. We had some logs lying down since long. I will post about it in another post, but that old guy told me that he has some spare rice to sell and it was grown without any chemical. We asked him to bring 2kg as sample and next day he brought it. We did not taste it for a week, and as the weather turned bad, they did not come to work. When we tasted the rice, it was super tasty. So we waited for him to come back so that we could buy all he had in spare. The next day he came and when he inquired, he told, a friend in his village took all that. You can imagine our feelings - it was even cheaper to what we buy in cities - healthy, tasty as well. We just consoled ourselves by telling him, from next year, give us any rice that you want to sell. He did not think about us, when his friend asked - the commitment to friendship is pure and trusted. In city, people will often break their own promise.
Unfortunately this working class is slowly diminishing - thanks to the dirty politics - they want to increase our per capita income by making people sit at home and giving them vote.
The road is pretty scenic and full of Kans grass flowers known as kasatandi (କାଶତଣ୍ଡୀ). Have you seen them ? They grow high up to 3ft and some people in the rural even use them as broom.
And here you see a small pond of lily flowers - the boys from the village usually get some in the morning and give it in the temple.
This person was searching for his cow - he knows where the cow would go and the cow also knows, he would come behind. 72, still riding a cycle - full fit. Looking at these guys, I sometimes feel, we are nowhere near their fitness. Does cycling keep their knees fit ? I have a cycle, which I repaired just today, whenever I ride the cycle, I feel, they make my knees more flexible. Thoughts ?
Look at these guys - working in the paddy field when its raining in full force. I was filling cold inside my car - they did not bother. Living with nature, has made them tough to face any difficulty.
