Composition on the topic of "Life in an Indian village"

       
                   Life in an Indian village

The day dawned clear and bright. I awoke, happy and excited. That day, I was to go to Lohegaon on a camp as a part of the NCC training . Lohegaon is a small village on the outskirts of Pune .30 of us , cadets , met at the ST bus stand . A midst great hustle and bustle , bags of vegetables and all that cluttered the passage . Only a few found seats of sit . I noticed the villagers staring at us with frank curiosity  may be it was our uniform that caught to one with hills and greenery all around . To pass time we sang songs , cracked jokes and made a lot of din . Before we realize we had reached our destination , the journey was over.

We looked around and found a good place  to camp , a  small distance away from the village proper , and set up our tents . All the time a look of  village urchins was following us.  A few brave once even darter in and out of the tents giggling amongst themselves. 

After a wash and snack we went to meet the village sarpanch  . Dada kamble , the sarpanch , welcomed us and entertained us to a lovely feast of ' bajre ki roti' , 'dal' and fresh fruit . He then took us around the village . Huts made of mud and straw were found all around. A few one storeyed dwellings were also there , with cows and buffaloes kept on ground floor. Back at the camp, as we rest for the night

Next day we a awoke to the sound of the village cock. The chief occupation of the villagers was agriculture. A number of crops were grown and sold in the cities . I was delighted to see tube wells , sprinklers and fertilizers being used by the farmers. Truly , the villagers were progressing towards a good future. The women helped during the harvesting of the crops. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

Then it was time for us to leave. The week had passed do quickly. All left with a heavy heart but full of rich and varied impressions. The simple free loving nature of the villagers and their hospitality really captured our hearts. Gandhi has rightly said," Indian lives in its villages." Trut the camp was an experienced that left an indelible mark on my mind.