Village life is most of the remarkably quiet.A village is made up of farmhouses,mud-houses,uneven dirt lanes and ponds.There are dung-hills,heaps of rubbish and rows of dung-cakes.
Inside the village there is practically no vehicular traffic.Occasionally there is a whirring tractor or squeaking bullock cart in some of the outer lanes.In some of the big courtyards there are clusters of shady trees.Outside the village there is usually a big bunyan tree along the pond.Village folks and some of their cattle take rest under its ample shade in summer.The minarets of the village mosque rise high above the low skyline of a village.The 'azan' is the welcome,familiar sound in the quiet village five times a day.
There are cattle and cart-sheds,dark and ill-smelling,where cows and buffaloes are kept.There are a couple of stables for horses and a few poultry houses.The chickens,ducks and geese are free to run about in the open spaces as they please.When all the birds and animals make their cries,the village is a somewhat a noisy place for a while.The donkeys bray,the cocks crow,the hens cackle and cluck.The ducks in dirty drains quack,the horses neigh,the bulls bellow,the cows low.The dogs bark and growl,the cats mew and the owls screech at night.
The tough farmer ploughs his fields in the morning.The harvest time is very busy.Men,women and children work together at seed and harvest time.A hard life indeed!
The village folks are really the backbone of our country.They are stout of hearts and strong of limbs.They face harsh conditions in villages and around,but they seldom complain.As compared with big city,they seem to have stepped back into another century.
