Greeting and salutations to the loving members of the hive!!
So it is my first post here as recently my bosom buddy @dlmmqb introduced me to this generous and productive platform where people love to read unique and original content so let me see as a new writer either I can please my audience or not, even if I couldn’t do so, I am never going to give up. So, besides reading give your views as well.
So it’s a story of almost 8 months ago, In December when my mother decided to visit her hometown Warwal to attend her nephew’s wedding, a small village in Pakistan. After hearing her, I was happy as a lark because I already visited this place a few times before. But suddenly the fear of interacting with a lot of people came into my mind as I have an introverted personality but my happiness and desire of seeing a natural beauty overcame my fear. So we packed up and left for our journey, it was about 1500km from Karachi, our place. We traveled by Bus and enjoyed the journey, as we know some journeys are better than destinations but not true in that case because our destination was going to be way more beautiful, we reached the nearby city in about 18 hours.
It was the time of about noon when we changed the bus to enter our village. On a bus almost everyone had an idea that we came from a city this is because there is a difference in language, accent, dresses and most of them even knew that we came from Karachi city because they knew my parents as it was their hometown, there was no seat empty and many were standing still they offered us their seats, this is the main quality of villages and villagers that they are welcoming, generous and everyone knows each other and they take care of their fellow villagers, this is something very unique that everyone knows each other in the village and believe me this is not an overstatement, they know about their all fellow villagers and I wonder if this is a quality of only Pakistani villages or it happens everywhere; as there is a famous saying;
“A village is a hive of glass, where nothing unobserved can pass”
On the bus, I was chatting with my sister and I was telling her that I am about to reach in an hour. An aged uncle who was sitting next to me gave me his electricity bills which he just paid in the city and was going back to his home, he said me to calculate the amount, he wanted to check either he paid extra amount by mistake, I cleared him that everything is fine and you paid exact amount. I loved the way he asked for help without the fear of judgment, probably he was trying to find ways to continue the discussion and I felt like my journey of an hour passed in few minutes.
The moment I entered my home, for the time being, I felt like I am in heaven because this was not just a place full of natural beauty but it has a lot of my childhood memories. In my childhood, whenever I used to visit that place once in 3 to 4 years my grandparents, my uncle, aunts, cousins and many other relatives used to shower me with love, money and their blessing because the whole of my parent's families were in this village and we were the only living in Karachi, a city very far from that village. But sadly this time their love was not like before due to some reasons, out of them one was my age, as I just entered my twenties and you know when you start growing up you understands many things which you ignores in your childhood (that’s why your childhood is amazing because you believe what u see and you don’t give much importance to negativity). And when you start knowing this much usually you don’t end up having a good opinion about most of your relatives. It is really sad when you get to know that your well-wishers and lovers have been reduced, this is actually a kind of family politics that destroy even the strongest bonds but I would refrain from discussing it further because after a hectic schedule of my university I was just there to enjoy and refresh myself and for that purpose even natural beauty was enough. But still, there were many loving people there as it is a village and most of the villagers are simple and loving.
After reaching their my foremost purpose was to visit my fields( an open area planted with crops with an irrigation system). This is the wonderful place I have ever been to, the place full of greenery, fresh vegetable and fruits and in the evening you can get a chance to see the sunset, sitting in the grass at a place with high oxygen level this is something I still crave for and in case you are a book lover or a writer this place is literally nothing less than a heaven for you because it has all the ingredients to generate a creative piece of work. I visited fields with one of the closest cousin, we sat there had a wonderful conversation, we ate some fresh vegetables like radish (as it is good for a person like me who had liver issues in his childhood), carrots, turnips, cucumber and many other depending upon the season. One more thing I want to add is if you ever visit any field never eat any fruits or vegetables without the owner’s permission. Villagers are this much generous that they would themselves offer you. I am also attaching a picture of mine in fields although I didn’t capture quality pictures and the exact clicks as per my story because I just took random clicks as I was living in the moment and at that time I didn’t have Idea that I am going to get this much beautiful platform.!
So after enjoying there for almost a week , I had to say goodbye to my heaven but I am still in deep love with that place and these days I am craving a lot to visit again but as I am a student I don’t have much time and money to visit again.
If you are with me up to now, it is my absolute pleasure and show your love so that I can come up with more beautiful content in the future. I would highly recommend you all to visit villages because villages have the power to heal your souls. I would love to read your stories to such soulful places and I am also looking forward to my mentors here in the community for their reviews and advice regarding my work. I would like to conclude here with a line:
“At this very moment, life becomes perfect”