Picture this. A village of 3000 houses. Houses 120 yrs old. Lush green and serene surroundings. A flowing river through the village. Straberry and other assorted cereal farms, orchards, ranches. A tiny 800 mts long city centre with few shops. Two small but decent hotels, few pizzerias and chinese restaurants to boast of. Preferred mode of transport of the masses: Bicycle. Good weather, rains, cold, sunshine all in right mix and amounts. Everyone knows everyone. Majority oldies, tiny kiddos, occasional beauties and stud atheletic cyclists. Couple of typical european road side cafes.
And picture this: A bunch of apartments, village outskirts, view of lush green and dense forest, pin drop silence, occasional sound of rubbber grinding the asphalt, 2 adjacent hospitals, negligible human presence. Apartment number 3, house number 28. A married yet single man. Longing. And thats me, thats my apartment and thats the village where I am located now. I have tried to paint a very +ve picture, but true to its name the place is really Bad! I mean, if you are a loner and love peaceful life without any worldly disturbaces then this place is for you. But its not my type of place. Too dull for me, yet I am enjoying this change for a change! I have a rented bicycle and doing loads of necessary excercise. I was done exploring the place on the very first day! Now trying out some nearby cities. But most of the time I am counting days...want to be back with dear 'A' as soon as possible !
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