My village is a place that I hold very dear to my heart. It is a small village in the Sivalik foothills, tucked away in a tranquil corner of the planet. The village is about a century old, and has about two hundred households. It was my parents’ hometown, and our family have been living here for generations now.
The village is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. The hills and valleys that form its background make me feel connected to nature in a unique way. Every morning is magical here, with its view of the sun rising higher above the misty valleys in all its majestic glory. The air is fresh and pure, and filled with the smell of wet grass, blooming flowers, and wafting incense from distant temples.
All the villagers know each other and are friendly and welcoming. Whenever I visit, I am always touched to hear stories about our ancestors and how the village developed over the years.
This also is where I find many lessons of life. From watching my grandparents’ frugal but content lifestyles to my uncles and aunts who are diligent in tending to their fields, I get a glimpse of the balance that one must find between material and spiritual life.
I’m glad that I have the privilege to visit my village and enjoy its treasured environs. This village truly has a little slice of heaven offering peace and contentment, something that I’ll cherish for a long time.
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