In a corner picture cows coming home after tilling the land. With farmers and their wards, returning to thatched huts that sprout cable TV.
The local radio playing. The odd bicycle plying. The village girls and boys running home from the municipal school in reckless abandon. Unmindful of dust or dreariness !
Picture mud walls with posters on them. Announcing the latest arrival of the star studded movie. The stars have to bite mud !
Old village grandmas sitting on the steps to their homes. Grating tobacco and chatting incessantly.
Well, you wonder, how long has it been since you visited an Indian village ?
And in a corner, you notice a tap. A tap which seems to have gone silent for a while. You try and yank the tap alive. It hisses like an inebriated cobra but comes to life. Sputtters and coughs, but then spews some water. Clean water. Hopefully, there will be some flow.
Ah ! To comeback !