Village life is very simple, and very sweet. Today the incident of going to Sadiqabad happened to me. When I was going to Sadiqabad. So there I stopped at a place. And I felt very satisfied. There was a very cold wind blowing in this place. The trees were mingling. And there was water flowing down from there, which was running in a very sweet way. It was great for me there. I looked at my life for a moment, how happy it is.
A light breeze was blowing. Due to which the leaves of the trees were shaking. The rustling of the leaves of the trees, was well heard. Who are singing silently. And trees with long branches, which looked similar. Which were offering a very spectacular view. The water flowing there and its sound was making a strange noise.
The chirping of birds was coming which was very loud. There was so much silence that the sound of a bird could be heard in the distance and the sound of water, the sound of trees, the sound of birds all together became a sight It was heartbreaking for a person to sit there for centuries and live like that. It was very quiet. It was a very good life. After a long time, I got a long rest.
