village : a memory.


The morning cleanness of the roads
the murmuring of wild birds
the devotion flow of the temple priest
the aroma of the morning food preparation on the wood
the calm sunrise on the east
the farmers going to the fields for daily work
the newly married bride
the children playing on the street
the meetings on the temple Varanda.

all I found on the lap of my sweet village.




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