RAW INDIA TALES
About Me:
Hello! I am Arun.
It is 5:00 AM. In cities like New York or Mumbai, the traffic noise never truly stops. But here in my village, Palem, the world is silent. The only thing you can see is a thick, white blanket of fog covering the green fields. It feels like the clouds have come down to hug the earth.
This isn't just cold weather; it is an emotion. The air is fresh, crisp, and smells of wet mud and harvest crops.
The Warmth of Community
As the sun tries to peek through the mist, you will see something beautiful. People gathering around small bonfires (we call it Chali Manta in Telugu). Strangers become friends here. We share stories, laugh, and sip on hot tea while warming our hands over the fire.
There is no rush to check emails. There is no stress about traffic. There is only the warmth of the fire and the warmth of the people.
Art on the Ground
Walk a little further, and you will see women cleaning the front of their houses with cow dung water (a natural antiseptic) and drawing intricate geometric patterns called Muggulu (Rangoli) with rice flour. It is not just art; it is a way of welcoming the Goddess of prosperity into our homes every single morning.
Conclusion
We often chase luxury in 5-star hotels, but true peace is found here, sitting on a simple cot (Mancham), watching the sunrise over a paddy field. If you ever want to reset your soul, come visit the Raw India. Come visit a village.





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