Tractor.

Standing here i was remembering this farm in yester years, when i came here as a child. We would all sit on the back of a large tractor driven by my mamu and go off into orchard picking maltas, guvave, peaches and coming back to the farm to drink cold home made lassi(buttermilk). Just thinking about it was making me all warm inside. It was those simple things i enjoyed, i see some children now who would thinking outing would be lame. In this day and age everything has changed and it makes me feel old. Taking a drive 50 minutes out of the city brings back so many memories and sort of gives you reality check. We let go of our selfishness and just enjoy nature.

My father used to eats up rural living, he would have been(most of the time with mom and we the kids)content to stay in the open rural-ish Air Force residential areas. Back home ours was a desert (now the situation is different with lift irrigation facilities) so every thing there was man-made and new. No greenery without rain, rare trees, just sand and more sand dunes.

H’had come to the compromise that once retired he will end up permanently in his ancestral village which is within 45 minutes of the city-side where i live today and this house was bought by my father and gifted to me later.

i became nostalgic standing here
lost in my days with nanu's finger clutched tightly..

its me standing under the mango tree...in our orchid farm at paposa village near Hansi
happy day