Mango trees bowing low with dozens of fruit - entirely organic, unaltered, unsweetened
Jamun so abundant - you can't help squishing it under your feet as you walk - the ones you don't eat
Children lined up on the roads with tokras full of fruit - jamun and khajoor mostly - willing to sell their loot for a mere Rs. 5/- or Rs. 10/-
Cattle that refuses to budge from the road knowing that it is worth more to its master if a car runs over.
The elusive power supply - elusive being an understatement
The solitary kingfisher that feasts on the local produce in the rivulet - strutting across wires, branches and rocks
The fleeting storks
The kids oblivious of clothes - or a bath for that matter
The lone firefly that haunts the neem tree in the still night
The social bath the women attend in the afternoons once they're done with their chores for the day
The disarming smiles that radiate of innocence and sheer goodness. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Humbling. Overwhelming. Belittling.
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