A young man
engaged in corporate world
went to his native village
With his parent
To attend a traditional festival
He spent a week in ancestral house
With relatives
innocent people of the village
and the rural beauty
He mixed up with them
their happiness and sorrows
And enjoyed the unique essence of it
He forgot his city of joy
His routine work
And to use his laptop, smartphone.....
A basic phone fulfilled his need
He got the real taste of life.
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