I loved the crisp, fresh air that “produced smoke” when we huffed and puffed and blew in the mornings. I loved the cool and clean streams that we waded into on our way from picking gooseberries in the “forest”. Best of all, I loved chewing sugar cane while sitting on top of the concrete water tank as we counted the number of cars that lumbered by. So I’ve learned to find my own form of simplicity and tranquility in this concrete jungle. And then every so often, I take a road trip to the village to remind myself what the indigenous and authentic feelings are like.

Source: Standard Digital March 16, 2019 07:09 UTC