There are windows in houses as well as in cars. A lot is visible from both the windows. From the windows of the houses all the landscapes appear static, some charming and some charming. The windows of the houses are also beautiful because people live here who are very close to my heart like my mother...mother is sometimes seen feeding the cow, sometimes sweeping the courtyard, sometimes she is seen watching our birds. Sometimes she is seen listening to bhajans on mobile while she is sowing grains.
While the scenes seen from the car window appear to be moving. Seeing these scenes one feels like knowing about them. Sometimes the restaurants are visible from the window, where different types of food are seen and sometimes the fragrance coming from there fascinates the mind. A huge bridge built on the Koshi river is visible. Seeing the river flowing below, one feels like touching it and sitting in the boats floating in it.
While walking on the road, we drink tea and from the window of the car we see a tea boy who says that young boys here take a lot of drugs. I ask him if he also takes drugs…he says not at all. Seeing him from a distance, I think how religious this boy is because I heard only good things from him. When the car was moving at a speed of 60, I saw a boy who was carrying garbage on a bicycle to the market to sell. Seeing this I thought, does this boy do the same thing every day? Does this boy go to school?
As soon as the boy thinks about it, the landscape changes; now the rice fields are blooming with the blue sky shining above them. If we go a little further, there are tea fields, where a boy is probably going home and some women are going to work in the tea gardens. In the short time they meet before work, these women are talking about who knows what and laughing loudly. I feel very happy seeing their laughter and I wish I could also hear their jokes. The sun is setting and it takes some time to get out of the tea gardens.
Some boys are going home after playing football, everyone's energy is palpable. All the boys are probably happy remembering their performance while they are laughing at one boy who may have missed the goal. Crossing the bridge over Mahananda River and from the window I see a small car crossing the bridge. There is a small mountain in front of the car where the sunset is taking place. As we move ahead, sunset landscapes are shining all around. And before dark, there are high tension electric poles which are buried in tea gardens.
A short day is completed by seeing many landscapes. How many thoughts come to mind and how many times I became curious to know about people. Well a precious day ends with sunset. Let's meet friends in the next post where I will present to you the story of some other day, till then take care of yourself and stay happy.
Disclaimer: This post is originally written in Hindi and I have used Google Translator to tranlate the Hindi text in English. All the photos have been clicked by me from android poco f1 and edited in Lightroom/photoshop.