Sohana is a small village. All the houses were made of mud. There were one or two brick buildings-one for the post office and another for the local health center. My grandfather is the village head. His house was also cemented.
There was not a single road in the village. Some of the streets were very muddy and wet. There were hens, goats and buffaloes roaming around everywhere.
I could not see any men on the streets. I asked my father and he told me that all the men worked on the fields the whole day.
I saw some boys and girls studying beneath a shady tree. I was surprised to know that it was the school. I thought of the grand building of my own school back home, and realised how lucky i was.
My grandparents welcomed us warmly into their home. They hugged me so often that I thought my bones would break. My grandfather had prepared many tasty dishes for us. Many people from the nearby houses cane to see’the
people from the city’. I left very shy when they touched my clothes and my watch in wonder.
In the evening we went for a walk in the fields.
The green mustard plants with their yellow flowers were growing everywhere. A soft breeze was blowing. I felt I had come to paradise. The dust and noise of the city seemed far away. I shall never forget my visit to my village.