Local: My Village

This is a typical village in the state of Odisha, India.

The entrance to my village home.


The kuchcha roads


The tube-well

When I was a kid, I used to spend summer vacations at my village. I love this place. Me and my sister carried small vessels on our waist and brought water from this very tube-well. In earlier days, there were no water filters. Ground water was used for bathing and drinking.


The kitchen area

There was no gas cylinder or cooking stoves. Food was cooked using wood and on these make-shift clay stoves called chulhaa. And trust me on this, the food used to have an unique and amazing taste with a little smoky flavor.

This is where my father grew. This is where my mother came to her in-laws house after her marriage. This is the place which I used to visit for at least 2 months in a year. But as I grew up I couldn’t visit for even once a year. I yearn to go back to this place. This is one of the places I love. This is where my heart is.

The Daily Post Challenge: LOCAL


Written for Mondays Finish the Story.

“As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre.”


Jean, whom she had loved more than anything else in this world. But, now the name itself sends chills down her spine. She can never forget that night. Everyday she dreams of a new beginning but the bruises on her body don’t let her forget the past. She is glad those days are over but the memories still haunt her.

Suddenly she felt somebody’s hand in her hand. Its Zac. She thinks,”Oh, how much he reminds me of you! But I have to be strong. For my little angel. For our child. No! My child.” She smiles and picks him up. Together they walk towards the tower dreaming of a new beginning, again!