The one you have when you are walking on dusty roads, past overgrown trees and crumbling old houses. The one you have daydreaming as you wait for the water the boil so you can take a bath. The one you have when you prefer the simple dal-rice combo, cooked by the maid on the wood-fired stove. The one you have when you spend hours lazying and thinking in the single wooden chair, staring at the outhouse. The one you have as you try to make sense of the many bird calls but only spot squirrels. The one you have when the monkeys create a ruckus or walk a tightrope on electricity cables! The one you have when you go visit local temples and spend the day at the riverside. The one you have when you see locals waiting for the bus. The one you have when you the table is full of delicacies sent over by the neighbours. The one you have when you see children playing with cycle tyres. The one you have when a single ice cream parlour is the go-to place. The one you have when you walk back to your home in the village.
The pictures are from a small village called Kasba, an hour from Ratnagiri in the Konkan belt of Maharashtra.
A Thousand Mornings 