As we walked across the village to inspect the ongoing road construction, I saw an old man sitting in front of his house. He was still as a rock and yet there was storm of emotions in his eyes. “Aren’t you happy atchu(grandfather)? Your village will finally have a motorable road.
“I am happy. But also worried. With road, transport becomes easy. Illegal felling of trees increases”. Silence followed. Silence which spoke volumes on the dilemmas of developmental discourse. I sat down next to him. We both looked at the lush green cover across. Hoping for balance to prevail.
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