I do miss those places where I have been — they were neither towns nor villages. They had their own distinctive character. I miss the clean air, the bright sunlight, the foliage. I also miss the silence and the camaraderie of the rickshaw-pullers who would never miss a chance to ride side-by-side and have a chat.
They would talk about their families, their hardships, their hopes and disappointments. They would not mind the fact that their conversation is audible to those who ride in their carts. They had nothing to hide and they would gladly let you join in and share.
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