When I was little, I would wait for my father to return village from the city. He traveled to city for the work and it was special when he came back. During those night my father, my 2 elder brothers and I lay under the sky. We would count the stars, and often we spotted falling stars. There are many stories connected to stars and my mother used to tell us, some are very adventurous, and some very funny. And slowly we sleep under the sky. That was a beautiful time as those days because of no electricity light we were able to see the night sky and stars clearly.

This view is from my house in the village.