Little sparrows lead their way through the fields. The winding pathway takes us on a bumpy ride as we head towards the Farmhouse.
Hues of tender orange marigolds blossoming on either side of the road, subtly merges with the green grass.
As we cross the bridge, the sound of water gushing beneath gets louder. The harsh sun continues to dry up the trees slowly.
Just few moments ahead and we spot the long awaited sign board, “Sutarpada”. With its edges chipped off, hanging on a slant, it makes me wonder why someone would decide to tamper a harmless signboard.
The uneven tar road smoothly joins into the muddy village pathway. Lost in the middle of 5 acres, we’ve reached our destination, the farmhouse. Enclosed by fields and faded mountains in the backdrop.
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