It’s amazing to see the entire village bonds to exchange their mundane everydays with one another, especially in times when people stay locked up with their phones.
Phones remind me, sometimes there’s no network. Well, even if there’s network your mobile phones may die without battery.
This is where things start changing. Village folks visit each other; stay around for hours and chit chat. Imagine a place where you don’t have to dial a call to speak to people but all folks come home. Someone plays music, someone sings and someone is a great storyteller. Everyday becomes a celebration. This circumstantial tech detox is so much fun that you’d enjoy the company of real friendships and warmth in the dead of winter.
Concluding, some days I wake up to the village life and realise how amazing it is. No city hustle, no honks, no traffic jams, no meetings, no concrete jungle, just a lone wooden house on a mountain top. Mountain life is not just about living, it’s about celebrating. Some days we celebrate the sun and some days we throw snow balls on random strangers. Honestly, now mountain life is a vacation and going anywhere else, away from the little sleepy, little snowy village feels like a daunting task. Whatever the hardships, life in the mountains is an everyday celebration.