*Failed attempt to complete the A-Z Challenge 2016
Owing to many, many excuses, the A to Z challenge came to an abrupt halt. However, with only 5 more letters to go, I have decided to go into robot mode and finish the challenge. A failed attempt, but an attempt, nonetheless.
After our wedding, N and I had to visit our family deity. The temple in question was in our ancestral village. So off we went, taking a train first, then a cab to the more interior regions. I am used to this- the bad roads, the lack of toilets (or-getting used to toilets outside the house), the occasional peacock cawing on rooftops, the hard water, pigs, the enormous portions of food, the casual nosiness of people and the achingly continuous stretches of green, but I was not sure if city-bred N would feel the same way.
Such displaced fears.
Not only did N start happily skipping over mounds of dung you see everywhere, he also won everybody over with his broken Tamil.
It is surprising how the things we take for granted mean so much to others. I used to visit my grandmother’s house every vacation, and it was a very banal affair for me, after a point. Turns out it had a deep, long lasting impact on N.
Given a choice now, (he says) he would take up organic farming and settle down as a farmer, but for the time-being he exhorts the advantages of wearing a veshti and curling his moustache whenever he gets into the “Villager” zone.
What was your first impression when you visited a village? Did you like it? Do share your experiences 🙂