On my walk, at the entrance of the path to the temple, a dog started howling and barking at me. Initially I ignored it but it started chasing me and brought another dog with it which started investigating me. I realized that I had to abandon the video which I was shooting on my camera and started to console the dogs by speaking to them in Kannada, my mother tongue. Immediately their tails started wagging and I was a little underwhelmed as the transformation of the dogs seemed anti-climactic. A few seconds ago I was wondering the sensibility of taking a walk alone in a foreign country, carrying a phone with no sim card, deciding to go at a time when no one was on the streets to help me!
Walking through the tiny lanes connecting houses, farms and small shrines in the first rays of sun helped me see the happy, carefree families starting yet another day. Life there was simple, happy and uncomplicated. I could feel the strong bonding of a small community. There was unison among the people of the community and even the animals. I witnessed a helpful neighbour baby-sitting Dago’s son, families greeting each other as they started off their days and of course a young dog trying to ward off suspicious characters (me).
As I left the village, I realized the importance of simplicity, that happiness is something which is within a person and there is joy in giving. I didn’t fail to observe the importance of a strong community, a community which accepted guests and treated us like one of them. I did not miss Wi-Fi. I felt like I was tucked away in La La Land, far away from worldly problems or my life problems. It felt like when the world was at war, we just kept slow dancing in a trance.