the trail went through primary forests, up hills, mountains. along rivers.... then she saw a rustic settlement of a number of houses on stilts. made of bamboo. dogs and hens were almost everywhere. contented looking buffaloes lay in mudholes next to terraced padi fields.
in the cool mountain air, scantily clothed children ran hither thither.
men were smoking pipes in a corner. women with babies huddled on open verandahs. the evening was breezy. mountain ranges loomed blue-green in the distance.
the air was cuttingly fresh. mist curled amongst sparkling green leaves.
she wish she could build a house just there. a tiny abode on that beautiful mountain. be a part of the indigo people. a simple life. simple wants. simple needs.
to wake up each morning with the dew upon the grass. and each cold nite to gaze upon a star studded sky.
if wishes come true....
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