Easy Life

This monsoon season, a thought time and again surfaces on my mind. How nice and peaceful life it would be if my wife and I could stay in a small town, with almost all the basic necessities. We would have a little house, and I would have no work to go to.

Our garden would be covered with plush green grass, freshly grown this season. The trees would all be covered with greenery. We would take a walk in the city during the day, enjoying the slight drizzle and watching people by the road.

A simple life, no malls to visit, no driving cars in water-logged roads, no cursing the people causing traffic hold ups due to protests against corruption. No talking to people for the sake of talking.

Ah! I think I am old now.