“Village Symphony "
This Evening at 350 pm, time is ticking. Farmers power up to irrigate paddy crops. Distant sounds of roosters and hens, along with nearby crows on coconut trees and birds chirping in adjacent trees, fill the air. Farmers traverse from house to field, irrigating crops and collecting grass for cows.

Some ladies engage in chit-chat on the streets. Villagers' old women fill water pots near taps on the streets. Monkeys hover in trees, jumping from house to house,

“Fun to see playfulness while cats make creeping sounds. Dogs are catching them on the streets."

It's a never-ending day life in a sunny day with semi-clouds. Some head to farm fields, others return home, a few are harvesting crops, a few pursue business or engage in time-pass activities. Some are returning home.
I sit on the verandah, enjoying the cloudy sunny day.

The great village life, though solitary, is a peaceful existence with the freedom to breathe in fresh air in this symphony.
- The Poem by Siddartha