One amazing day

Nothing can be better than being at home and feeling at home.I just have all i require-the atmosphere to read and write,my coffee mug,a heart with zero expectations(i assure),some really good books,my parents,my childhood buddy.Last few days in Durgapur has been pretty good.I remember last to last day,i went on a scooty ride with my father and did some green shopping as well.The ride was in and across the villages in Durgapur and it was so amazing.The mud huts and the hay,children playing with hens,and,cows.My readers are probably smiling at my mention of the last word but i must confess that i love the eyes of cows-black dreamy eyes.I have noticed a difference between the eyes of cows here and Gujarat.In Gujarat the cows have better eyes.Well let us not go into too much detail.Seeing the children playing in front of their huts made me sentimental-they definitely need education but somewhere i felt being an apologist to the idea that they should not be burdened with city lifestyle.I feel everybody has the right to live their way,education should not change the person you are but just enlighten your thoughts and help you understand who you really are.They were playing and they were not caged and my eyes followed them as long as they,could.I saw women smoking 'bidis' and there was something remarkable about it,cannot say what.I wish i could take a picture of one particular lady.Everytime she inhaled with her closed tired eyes and open hair,it seemed as if she surrendered herself to something,somewhere beyond her and yes nobody was staring at her,unlike the cities where if a woman smokes,she becomes the object of criticism or people stare ridiculously at her.One thing about villages is that it is comparatively cooler with the huge bunyan trees and mango trees and it was in the evening that i was having my time at Arrah shibtala,but i can assure,it would be just as lovely,to visit this place at daytime and observe everything in the village by placing yourself under a tree.We did not have our Kalbaisakhi yet,something i am eagerly waiting for but i wander how it is to the village people-i know it is a trouble to them for all the flood reasons,but something in me says,despite this,they enjoy rains much more than i or we do.Then my father halted his scooty to a remote bazaar and i asked him if he shops from here all the time.He said sometimes he does.The place was so very far away from our house but i discovered something about myself here.I love the smell of vegetables except for the fact that it was mixed with the raw stench of meat and fish as well.So many vegetables and then mosquitoes to tear you apart.I think that was the worst part and i cursed myself for being in my shorts that day.Then it was time for us to return and we made our way towards our home,through the same streets and i really wanted to see the lady smoking again,but this time she and her gang was not there.There were too many kids but.Soon i was home and i was really grateful to my father for such an amazing view.I thanked him,and he smiled back.Did he know that i would like it?Maybe.