Apr 2005

As you climb onto your vehicle on your way to work, you dwell occasionally on what seems beyond realizing—a serene life spent in the quietitude of a village; a quiet home; a river nearby; the warmth of nature. You then brace yourself to another day in the air-conditioned bowels of your office, knowing how it aggravates your cold; you clamp on the air mask to keep the smog away; and your hair turns lifeless with the belching fumes of those trundling buses.
There is a timeless charm to living life in the liberating green expanse of the village. Or so we think.