Introduction: When Life Feels Too Fast
Sometimes, city life becomes so hectic that you forget how peace actually feels. That’s exactly where I was—burnt out, bored of routines, and craving something real. So, this winter, I decided to visit my native village in India after four long years. Little did I know, this trip would heal a part of me I didn’t even know was tired.
The First Step Towards Peace
After booking my tickets, I could already feel a shift. I wasn’t excited about flights or travel—I was excited about simplicity. I landed in India, took a train to the nearest town, and finally reached my village where my grandmother waited at the gate, arms wide open, smile even wider.
That first hug brought tears to my eyes. The dusty lanes, the neem tree outside our home, the smell of fresh cow dung and chai—it was all still there, frozen in time.
Living the Slow Life Again
Each day in the village followed no strict schedule, and that was the best part. Mornings began with kulhad chai and gossip with my uncle. Afternoons meant lying on the charpai under the mango tree, listening to nothing but the rustling leaves. In the evenings, we’d gather around to play cards and share stories from the “good old days.”
The internet barely worked—and I loved it. I wasn’t worried about emails or social media notifications. I was too busy feeding cows, walking barefoot on soft mud, and chasing my little niece around the courtyard.
Leaving Was the Hardest Part
Two weeks flew by faster than I had imagined. Saying goodbye was emotional. My grandmother packed achaar, my aunt handed me laddoos, and everyone came to the bus stand to send me off.
When I returned to Canada, the silence felt different. The warmth was missing. I reached the Delta Airlines terminal at Pearson early for my next flight, carrying more than just bags—I had memories, emotions, and a fresh sense of peace.
Final Thoughts: What the Village Gave Me
This trip reminded me that joy doesn’t always come from fancy vacations or expensive getaways. Sometimes, it lives in the heart of a place you left behind years ago. My village wasn’t just a location—it was a feeling. It reconnected me with who I really am.
And now, whenever I feel overwhelmed, I just close my eyes and think of mustard fields, homemade food, and that charpai under the mango tree.
Thanks For Visiting: whizolosophy and reading my story
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