There is something special about the mornings in my home town. I can actually enjoy the sunrise simply by sitting in the porch of my house. The afternoons are a bliss when I can hear the rustling of leaves and occasional noise of a moving vehicle. The evenings are glossy with the sky reflecting shades of red and orange and you can see the birds returning to their home in groups and solo. The night comprises of pin drop silence and the only sounds one can hear is the barking of dogs.

I had spent more than a decade living in metros. They were good, comfortable and chic but not memorable, simple and pleasant. I think the first word which comes in mind is struggle. The same routine everyday work, household chores, running errands. Weekends are usually spend partying with friends or if you love...