When someone visit a village it seems, that he has come to a different planet. Life moves so fast in city that the resident feel hard to keep pace with it. The automobiles spread smoke every where, Everyone seems to be running from place to place. He may use a car, mobile, or a city transport. Animals and birds seem to have disappeared or migrated to some other lands.
It was my first visit to a village which is not far away from Lahore. Only one bus goes there in the morning and returns in the evening. The passengers had not only put milk drums in the bus but also carried huge bags. Some of them were sitting on the roof. As we passed through the link roads, there were green fields all around. The farmers had sown the winter crop and were watering the plants carefully. I had never come across so much green space anywhere an the city.
The bus stopped near a pond which was giving out a stinking smell, i covered my nose with hand kerchief. We were to reach the school. The lane was covered with mud. As we started. Some cows and buffaloes came from behind. The ran into one another and might have trampled me but i was saved due to my alertness.
An old man was sitting on a cot smoking hookah. Some children were playing around him. It looked as if life had come to a stand still. When i requested a villager to guide me to the school, he asked a small boy to take us there. There was a small building with only two rooms. The students were sitting on coil mats. They were writing on their wooden plates called "Takhties". There was dullness all around. I could not hear noise of any type except the barking of a few dogs.
There were a few well dressed young men who told we that they were employed in the city. They had come there to visit their relatives. I was told that there were no marketing and clinical facilities in the village. I have decided to work for these villages when i grow up.....
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