When many people in the cities are planning for their vacation or to enjoy the upcoming Christmas holiday, somewhere, a different section of the society are living their life as just another simple day. They remain undeterred from what happening across the world. Though they are pretty much aware of all the things. I am referring about the simple life of villagers. They are not concerned at all about the hustle for holiday and celebration. They just know to carry out their work and live peacefully.
I have been staying here since 6 years, but still everyday appears to be a new days. On a bright sunny Wednesday, I went out for little walk and introduce myself to some good sights.
People in villages are living more freely than anywhere else. Neither there is danger of pollution nor they are afraid of the traffic. The best part is that everyone know each other. You hardly get unnoticed. Even the stray animals were knew about every village people. I am still a new person in village. Everyone know about my Dad, and when it comes to me, I have to give my introduction to many people. Hearing my Dad name they recognize immediately. But what happen to the new generation, who hardly seen my dad, will they recognize me in coming days? The question remain unanswered, as I do not have that magical Charisma and Aura that my Dad used to carry with him. But I need to make myself familiar to these newer kids. I offered them biscuits and they seem to happily enjoying it, soaking themselves in the sun.
(kids enjoying sunshine)
In winter this is very common sight villages. Get-out in the morning and Get-in during the evening. Kids or even adults comes out in open as soon as the sun rises. Soak them for few hours before getting back to their routine. These kids have been sitting and enjoying the morning sun, while a little dog expecting biscuits from them.
(an obedient stray dog)
I find these stray dogs more obedient, even though they are never been adopted, but getting a regular meals from a single family make them obedient and loyal towards them. They do not harm anyone and neither they jump on their food. They remain loyal till they were not offered any food by the family. I like the ear, how they are in alert position.
Freedom in village means to everyone. Even the little goats are not afraid of the Dogs nearby. They feel safe around their Mom. The Black one caught my attention more. Only 15 days old, the black one was too shiny. The hair on the body was too soft, and appears to be a made up of velvet. They play around, and sometime drinks their mothers milk, who was tied at one corner.
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(the goat kids playing around)
Winter time is the harvesting time for the farmers. They smoothly carry out the cutting job easily on the fields while enjoying the Sun. We often get to see the typical village scene in my area. the men working in the field and their family member especially carrying the food for them. Then they sit around the field an enjoy the meals together. It was such a pleasure watching the the love bonding between them. Sometime, the men eats first and then the women. (the usual traditional practices in India)
(flying swan in the fields)
In process we have many visitors around in the fields. Not the human, but there are many White swans feeding on the paddy fallen in the field. It was welcoming sight, but unable to catch them, as they flew past seeing and unknown face.
This has been the normal scene during this month winter. The harvested paddy's lying in the fields for few days. It allow them to dry a bit. It was a typical old method.
The water at the field at this time is something very rare. However teh presence of water bed nearby allow the water to collect at some of the low lying fields. Even in the winter, the farmers cut all their paddy by getting in the cold watered fields. They know their timeline, they will finishing everything before the Year close. These paddys were later transported to respective farmer home.
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(the harvested crops in the fields)
I am surprised to find that the farmer are now prefer the tractors than the bullock cart. few years ago, we able to see few of the bullock carts heavenly loaded with the haystacks, moving in the village street, but not anymore. Tractor allow them a quick carriage but little expensive.
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(paddys transportation)
My village has been surrounded by jungle and some natural gifts. Our village ponds are now started to appear to be bit colorful, with the water lily blooming everywhere. The water body has been covered with the lily and needed some attention as it is not been used by the villagers for some time.
(blooming lotus)
Anyhow, it is too early to post about the evening, but like winter morning , the evening time too get special. we have people who gather together, lit up a bonfire for normal chat with the each other before heading towards their home.
(evening bonfire time)
Fire at various location are a common sight during the evening time. No heater, nor electric blower keep them warm. However a little time spent near the bonfire makes them quite warm for the evening. Always a happy time. I have this picture from yesterday evening.
This is how the life in the village during the winter. Beginning the day with the bright Sunny day and ending with the bonfire. This has been a usual practice since long and they do not want any alteration in their daily routine. They live happily.
