As we trekked towards the village, a middle-aged woman passed by. She was carrying fresh vegetables in her kokcheng(Local bamboo basket) perhaps to sell them in little market along the highway. Her young daughter marched alongside carrying her textbook from school. She kept looking back at us surprised at the entourage going the other way.
At a distance, an old man was seen ploughing his field. A family was taking rest in the adjoining plot amidst the paddy harvest. A boy had climbed on top of their mud-house to repair the thatch. A group of kids ran across the field with a make-shift football prepared from scrap. They all had their issues, but they all had a smile on their faces. All week long, I simply look forward to the next village visit, to be among the genuine smiles, to be a part of the modest ways and to the humbling saturdays.
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