As progressive as our metropolitan cities may be, and as dedicated to the chronicling of urban culture as we are, no one can deny that the heart and soul of India lives in her villages. While bigger cities remain as malcontent as ever, constantly struggling for a better life, continually moving towards a westernised existence, the rush to nowhere rarely touches these rural pockets and it’s this that makes them utterly unique. We’re prone to overlooking them as impoverished zones in an otherwise developed country, hereby labelling them unimportant, but recognising the psycho graphics of rural culture in all its old world charm is one of our only links left while attempting to capture the essence of Indian culture.
Few Old memories :
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