Ways of Distraction

// Akara's narration //

It was noon when I reached nearby to my granda ma's village.

The warm sunlight is consolatory. Farmlands, harvested crop fields are like evacuated houses relaxing after the wedding. Air rushing through the trees and plants on its way before it fondles me. The air is clean, fresh, brittle, and is brimming with earth scent.

Walking on the road which leads to my destination, I took my breath sharply and started marching. The Village stretched like a great quilt of green and golden squares held together by the thick brown stitching of the hedgerows.