The journey to a small village in the middle of monsoon was challenging and exciting with the incessant rain pouring down day and night. When our bus stop at the transit of another town, the passenger got just twenty minutes to finish their lunch and to get back to their seats. The long travel was made less tiresome when a group of people from a local church began to sing, incidentally they were going to the place where I was headed for a youth conventional, they were the choirs of their church and were taking part in the competition. One of them was my friend's brother, we had a pleasant chat along the way, talking of how the youths were taking the wrong option as a means to earn their livelihood. The road has turns so bad, we had to anyone can be thrown away without a proper grip on to their seat handles. We anticipated the curves and would tightly cling to the post.
The place we crossed were filled with wild flowers and ivy grown on the side of the tire tracks, looking out the window we found ourselves terrified as the bus would be at the edge of the cliff since the roads were narrow and for the driver its a daily routine so he could maneuver it easily along the way. At one time bus got stuck in the muddy soil and everybody came out to push, hundreds of people travels on those roads everyday to trade for the forest products in exchange for money. The time we reached the sun had set and we were shown to our respective guest house for the next coming week. The morning started with the sun shining right to my face, when I was ready for lunch some of the villagers had already returned from their fields, quite ashamed but continued with my meal. I don't remember what matters were discussed during the meeting but clearly see the life of people undisturbed by the intruding marketing world where there is a free lunch with a coupon of trust.
The place we crossed were filled with wild flowers and ivy grown on the side of the tire tracks, looking out the window we found ourselves terrified as the bus would be at the edge of the cliff since the roads were narrow and for the driver its a daily routine so he could maneuver it easily along the way. At one time bus got stuck in the muddy soil and everybody came out to push, hundreds of people travels on those roads everyday to trade for the forest products in exchange for money. The time we reached the sun had set and we were shown to our respective guest house for the next coming week. The morning started with the sun shining right to my face, when I was ready for lunch some of the villagers had already returned from their fields, quite ashamed but continued with my meal. I don't remember what matters were discussed during the meeting but clearly see the life of people undisturbed by the intruding marketing world where there is a free lunch with a coupon of trust.
