10 days. That I've been living here in my
village of Chuzagang. With my family. And here, I feel that I am living
in a different place, the place of timelessness.
I don't get to keep the track of days of the
week. Date too. We forget it all. If needs arise, we ask people about it.
Life in my village, the perfect peasantry
life, is not dictated by time and appointments, but by intuition and nature.
Every morning, I wake up by the alarm of rooster's cry. It's quite amazing. Our
meals and works, according to the sun's position and stars up in the sky. The
seasons so announced by the kinds of wild birds' arrivals and departure.
I am very much enjoying each piece of time
here with my parents. I grew dark, like those villagers, my skin burnt and my
limbs hardened coz of working every day in the field.
We have here no TV, no internet and the 3G
service very disruptive. To get 3G service in my phone, I have to
walk to certain areas in here. It takes almost half day to complete posting a
single post on my blog.
However, to keep myself abreast with the
world outside, I always listen to my father's radio. I started liking some of
the BBS radio jockeys already. Also, I listened to BBC radio.
Village life is always peace because mostly we are ignorant of what the world around is happening. Seems you had a great vacation.
ReplyDeleteAgreed Leoparsica! The life in village gives you a different aspect of life.
ReplyDeleteRikku sir, I am imagining how much you might have waited on that 'various places' to upload the post.
I do have that memory of holding my phone up in the air trying to get the full tower and dial the number. It is insane. Sometimes, it just annoys me to hell -_-