Simple Happiness : My life in the village
Growing up in the village, life was simple. We grew our own food and lived happily with what we had. According to the season, we ran around our village mountains and ate wild fruits. Driven by the joy of life under mother sky, we smiled and plowed our own fields. As festivals arrived, we sang and danced. Winterlong, unable to afford jackets, we covered ourselves with blankets and kept ourselves warm. To those who were in need, we opened our arms and gave them what we had. Kindness was the key factor of our lives to hold humanity closer.
Upon falling onto difficulties, sitting on those stones, we let our own willpower heal our spirits. When seeing a new person on the road, we greeted them with joy. We meant to connect with their spirits. When loved ones went faraway, we held their love within our hearts and waited until they returned home. Avoiding instant gratification in life, we did things without harming other fellow human beings, including creatures that shared life around us. When someone walked by with dignity and respect, we stepped aside and let them pass by with a smile.
During the Monsoon season, while heavy rain poured, often landslides killing people, we lived under our own fate. Throughout winter, rhododendron bloomed everywhere in the forest, making bees dance from one flower to another. In silence, listening to Neuli birds sing in the far distance, we were inspired, forever. Under that warm & bright sunlight, while marigolds bloomed in the terraces, we were able to smile upon life. This was once my country and will always be in my heart, despite where I have to take my journey in life. Please know that my book holds 31 chapters and has 226 pages with color photographs. For now, this book is available only in PDF/E-Book version.Buy this book