There is a difference between the lives in metros and towns/villages. And this is no research paper product. I just thought, why not pen down something, in any case!
It’s not worth mentioning much of the absence of the proofs of the ever existing romance between bricks and cement. Neither, the absence of web and presence of cobwebs. The technological differences which though are rapidly going to extinguish soon. And why not?
I would like to keep you interested in the life. The life. One can almost smell the life, can never avoid taking the freshness in as if it comes wrapped with the air. The proximity with their struggles can be felt and one does realize at some point of time, how necessary it is. The grandeur with which every miniscule happiness is received, would stretch to you and call you in. Their wants and priorities would almost astonish you. The complications there would most of the time bring an ingenuous smile. The purity in the children does extend to some more years of teen-period and that does make that world beautiful. The nature, as if dilutes the aggression and thirst, both, and is yet clean green. The centre of gravity is surely low there, enough rests in the souls. Maybe the cosmetics haven’t yet been superimposed, much. And what really significant is, the acknowledgment. The acknowledgment for the lives around them. People know that people live around them. And that kicks their lives, in all the ways, though.
No need to compare. One should never compare the lives. It diminishes the beauty.
Though, we all are very clever to find the goods around us. Aren’t we?