A car turns onto a path leading to a village...
As the car turns, every farmer looks up and wishes he was in the car...
Wishes he was the one that lives in the city where his children had a chance to go to school...
But then he thinks about his life...his karma and dharma and returns to plowing his field in the unyielding heat...
At the end of the day, walking towards his home, he sees a shop where ripe mangoes are sitting waiting to be bought...
He thinks about his little children and their yearning for mangoes...
He buys three...
His children jump with joy...
It takes so little to make them happy...
In the teeming land of India, villages are the greatest wonders of all because they are the places where people have learned to live so simply yet perfectly...