The Sun was still behind them
The shadow lingered before my eyes
All I could see were the mighty mountains telling me to stop in life
Take a break and ponder upon
What is the rush?
I took a deep breath, swallowed my saliva, gulped it down my throat.
It was all green as far as my eyes could take me,
The birds were chirping in the dark meadows and the dogs were barking in vicinity,
At once I could see the women getting ready to go to the farms
Collect the fodder for the cattle and tying the loose ends of the huge baskets
that they carried upon their foreheads
The huge hand sickle held in their barren hands.
All I could see were the dark lines running through their foreheads
because of the cloth tied up in order to support the bamboo baskets.
The hardships they bear were beyond any words,
but the content in their simplicity was portrayed in their smile,
No matter if there was no milk, I would get a lemon tea at their door,
If there were no biscuits, they would feed me to home made delicacies,
if no electricity, there would be the light of the lanterns,
if no refrigerator, there would be the clay pots filled with chilled water,
if no television, there would be the old stereo-set of grandpa.
They found content and happiness in their small world.
And there I was searching for the purpose of my life,
While I roamed across those mountains, the waterfalls, the creeks, the rivers, the temples,
I found solace, peace and calmness in the water, in the greens, in the bells, in the mist.
I found myself.
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