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If you’ve travelled anywhere you’ve got the stories to prove it. Some travel stories will make you laugh until you can’t breathe and others will make you sob like a fool, but the best travel stories are the ones that taught you something along the road. It was a road journey of six hours, we were tooling along our bus watching and screaming BAHUBALI, heading slowly towards our destination when the first hint that things were changing appeared. Clouds, Huge, monstrous leviathans appeared on the horizon. These first guardians of the mountains were as big as their charges, and they served to humble us with their appearance. The mountains themselves were still hidden below the horizon – we could only see the unbroken expanse of sky reaching up and getting swallowed into the tark white fluffy clouds The village Sarve was a medium size village located in the Konkan Region in the west coast of Maharashtra surrounded by the Arabian Sea which appeared to be the heart of this serene landscape, we were all overjoyed with it. We reached somewhere in the mid afternoon proceeded with lunch as soon as we reached, it was an Anti-climax because anything I write about the food would be underwhelming compared to actually eating it. The climate of the place added to our delectation, it was an invigorating climate. It drizzled during the evenings making the nights cooler for us. The rain drops merged into the lush paddy fields as the wind blowed. The evergreen paddy fields encompassed us its nature of ceaselessness As I did mention above, a good travel story could only be the one that taught you something along the road- something that I learned from my own realization was that A STITCH IN TIME, SAVES NINE. Throughout our stay in the village, we woke up early in the morning not only because we had to but because we managed our time well. I realized that without the cell phone how easier life could be .We all would generally sum up our day by 7pm, proceed for dinner by 8pm and go to bed by 10.30. Everything felt so much simpler, everything was managed and we could do some much in one day without even getting exhausted unlike in our urban lives. It was perhaps my first trip to a village and I wouldn’t deny the fact that it was the best ever. Not only had the village life lovesick me but also the hospitality of the villagers left me spellbound. Nowhere in the world have I met a people so willing to bend over backwards to help another. I feel at home everywhere.