Local: My Village

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

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The entrance to my village home.

 

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The kuchcha roads

 

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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.

 

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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

INTRICATE

This sketch which I made during my free time in lab. It’s sketched with a ball-point pen.

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During a friend’s treat, we were served customized dishes. At the end of 17 dishes, this was the last thing that came. I couldn’t understand what this thing was. I thought it might be a dessert or something. The waiter was taking away my spoon. I stopped him and asked him to give it back. He looked puzzled. My friends were also laughing. Finally the waiter said,”But.. Madam, this is a wet paper napkin, for wiping your hands and mouth.” It was really embarrassing.

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In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Intricate.”