The other day as i returned from my weekly visit to the village ,on the way i thought how much i am missing being a part of the village life now that i have shifted to the city since one and half years . i stayed and served for 5 1/2 years in the village . i remember the first day when i joined the hospital, in the day time everything was ok and i didnot notice anything as i was busy in work , but in the late evening as i stepped out of my house and went to make a phone call i realised that we [ me and my pregnant wife , a doctor]had come to a very lonely place where the whole village goes off to sleep at around 9 pm and all the shops are closed by then . it felt scary for two /three  days but slowly we adjusted [ stayed there for 1 1/2 years and then joined a cancer institute in another village , ] and now when i look back i miss my 'those simple days spent in the village . when i would enter any of the village houses made of mud, gobber and grass, it used to give me so much peace and coolness that i dont find even in the a/c house now . if u sit with them in their  house ,u forget about the hustle and bustles of the city life . i dont enjoy eating [on the dinning table or in front of the t.v on sofa]as i used to enjoy in their house. the food would be served on the ground in peetal ki thaali or sometimes on leaves , and would be served made absolutely fresh on the 'miiti ka chulaa , it tasted different , much better than what we can getanywhere in the city  . One day i want to go back to village when i am done with my resposibilities . i dont like city life so much , i don't get peace here  ; true that  peace is in mind but still even when u do meditation in morning , as u go out in the traffic chaos u lose that tranquility .atleast i do...