This week, on the 10th of August, I turned a nearly big age. I will not put it down here, not because I hide my age, but because I want you to keep your focus on the contents, not on the nearly big number.
I am a village-life enthusiast. One of the reasons I live in and love the village is the authenticity of its residents. The genuineness is often displayed in how they relate, how they tell truths to one another without going in circles, how you will know if someone dislikes you, because they do not have the energy to give fake smiles. How, even when they gossip, one day one time, they will all confess to you how they gossiped about you, then they live happily ever after.