Explorer

 " Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along." - Rumi  I closed the diary of quotes I kept near the window. Recently, my grandmother fell ill, she urged papa to take her to her village where she wanted to spend her last days. I took a long week off from the office. I realized I needed it.  It's serene here. It's June and rain's on its way. We have chosen a perfect time to spend in the village. People here have not realized that 6G is on its way. I hate how time is unjust to us in the city. Here it just moves slowly, like life's expectancy is longer. Maybe that's the reason she wanted to breathe in the village.  When I am not dozing on Charpai  by the window, I like to have a walk in the village. Yes, it's muddy and smelly but close to nature. It's better than the gloom in cities.  As I walked here like a tourist, I realized this was missing from life. Back in the city, I wake up, head to the office, and come back ...