Lets go through the villages, where I still find myself deeply rooted. Still I do die for the mud chulha cooked food, walking in sleepers on the village roads, and spending night in lantern within the absolute peace and of course plenty of oxygen.
Below are the photos of the nearby villages , from where I do actually belong. The snaps are taken from the train which must be running at speed not less than 80 km/hr. ( Click the snap for bigger view in album)
Electricity, Wireless, Rail, Greenery and a road connecting them
Lush Greenery After Monsoon
A village pond
Boiled paddy being dried
A village scene
Fields , bullock and farmers
Grazing lands ( There is a different story when the grazing cattle sneak into paddy fields ЁЯЩВ )
Paddy Fields ( our main crop after jute )
Jute Sticks