Life In Slow Motion

Since the last many years, I visit this beautifully rustic wilderness called Assam, like a tourist. Every summer and early winter, I come home to dwell in the unhurried life that I ever so miss. There is something about the simplicity of this place that makes you want to believe the world never changed since you were five.

The adventures of childhood

 Here, days go by when the whole town makes do with an “internet cut” and people have a weird habit of always putting the phone on loud speaker, inviting you to unwillingly eavesdrop on the entire conversation. I have the urge to both laugh and smile when locals ask me what Mumbai is like. I usually never know how to summarize the tales of know-how and extravaganza that they wish to hear. I hope they realize that for many people out there, this quiet life is a dream. 

 

As days pass, the nights are stretching longer and the sun retires before its 5 pm. While the sunny afternoons remind me of summer, a chill sets in by evening that is unbearable without a warm shawl or the comfort of a blanket. 

 

 

With just a day in hand before I make my way back to the frenzied city life, I begin to wonder how many people would never know what living in the countryside or a small town feels like. And as much as I would want to be protective of the ease that this place and life here holds, I wish for them, that they never miss it.