A Visit to A Village

When someone from Delhi visits a village, he seems to be transported to a different planet. Life moves so fast in a city that the residents find it difficult to keep up with the pace. Automobiles can be seen everywhere. Everyone seems to be running from place to place. Animals and birds seem to have disappeared or migrated to some other lands.

It was my first visit to a village that is not far away from Delhi. Only one bus goes there in the morning and returns in the evening. The passengers had not only put milk-drums on the bus but also carry huge bags.

Some of them were sitting on the roof. As we passed through the link road, there were green fields all around.

The farmers had sown the winter crop and were watering the plants carefully. I had never come across such a vast green expanse anywhere in the city.

The bus stopped near a pond that emitted a foul smell. I covered my nose until we moved on. We were supposed to reach school. The lane was covered with mud. As we started, some cows and buffaloes came from behind. They ran into one another and could have trampled me but I was saved due to my alertness.

An old man was sitting on a cot, smoking a hookah (hubble-bubble). Some children were playing around him. It looked as if life had come to a standstill. When requested a villager to guide me to the school, he asked a small boy to take me there. There was a small building with only two rooms. The students were sitting on coir mats. They were writing on the wooden plates called takhties. There was dullness all round. I could not hear the noise of any kind except the barking of a few dogs.

There were a few well-dressed young men who told me that they were employed in the city. They had come there to visit their relatives. I was told that there were no shops or medical facilities in the village.

I have decided that I shall work for the improvement of these villages when I grow up.

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