A Visit to the Countryside

03 Jul 2017 - 4 minute read

The terrace

Trips to our native place in Varanasi have long ceased to be the annual summer visits that they used to be during my school days. Especially for me, they are fewer and farther between than for my parents. This year however, mother and I decided to go for a week’s stay.

The backyard

Exploration doesn’t wait further than the doorstep to begin. Our house there was built during my grandfather’s time. I can never help but marvel at the width of the walls, to allow for all the roshandaans and pillars; so much that when I was little I would always doubt the strength of single brick-width constructions. With plenty of rooms, there is always so much to see, like whether the ones not reserved as living spaces house grains or equipment. And since things always change since our last visit, I could never be sure what I’d find behind a closed door.

The courtyard The courtyard

The terrace was the second best place for a stroll, after the fields, where one felt even more close to the sky in the open landscape. It was divine for bedtime though, especially during the summer months. And you had the rare chance when you get to see the stars clearly, with no light pollution to block the view. There is nothing like falling asleep to the sight of the them.

A few days were past when it had started to turn cloudy; a glad sight, for the ongoing period was a gap between showers, the most hot and humid. Of course, that wasn’t the real reason for feeling elated, it was this:

Clouds

You could just capture clouds all day, and they’d all turn out to be wallpapers. In remote places without much pollution, they seem to freely descend even lower, and you can appreciate their granularity. And the diffused daylight made even previously visited places look new:

The Pagdandi Looks like a pagdandi, no one there could tell where this was from

And then one day it did rain. Characteristically, in places with vast fields and open spaces, precipitation generally first sends forth high winds and dust clouds. (the perfect time to quickly gather any mangoes that fall in the orchard). We were out when it began and everything had started to turn sepia.

The Rice Nursery Waves in the rice nursery

Turbulent rains followed (making up for dissapointment of having to leave Mumbai right after the first showers), the culmination of how good everything could get. Rambling along the field lanes, we had the fragrant soil, the fresh leaves and the cold to accompany us. Then it was the terrace again for the rest of the day.

And once it started to get dark, I couldn’t resist trying to catch a lightning strike.

Lightning 6th attempt, video; no long exposure resources on hand

It wasn’t just the way of living that changes there. Even without the architecture to augment it, the place itself feels like being in another time; evolving with all its developments, but constant nonetheless.

But then one can always wonder: It must be so hard to live in a remote place like this.

Looking out

Looking out to the horizon, I’m not very sure it is.