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It was a sunny morning and the heat was intolerable. I was walking almost an hour and couldn't find a single person. I've a long way to go, I thought. After ten minutes or so, I was lucky enough to spot a villager. With the help of the villager, I found their village but unfortunately I couldn't see a single hut. All I could see was some bamboo sticks tied together to make a hut and it was under construction. One week before, the wild elephants have attacked their huts and destroyed it completely. It's been a routine now. They are running to save their lives everyday. Each day they have to walk four kilometres up and down to a government school to rest their heads. Because if they sleep in their huts, they may not be able to see the sunrise next morning. I could see the fear in their eyes. I asked for the other families but they moved to another village already. The village was abandoned and it was lifeless. They lost their hope in everything. Living like a refugee in their own land and running everyday to save their lives is a heartbreaking thing but no one could do anything. The saddest thing was the government was not ready to build them a concrete house saying thousand reasons. All I understood was the government no longer serves the people rather it serves the politicians and the corporate. After spending some time with them, I decided to visit the next village which could be seen through the mountains. I didn't know another story was waiting for me on the other side. The people were so nice and hospitable. They gave me fresh guava from their tree and a cup of water to rehydrate me. I asked them to show me the whole village and a small boy promised to take me to their field because it has a big history and a tremendous view. I was so excited to see their field because their old stories were very surreal. We started walking and after an hour, we reached the place. He showed me the field but I couldn't see one. I asked him where it is and he said this place used to be a field once. After the arrival of the industries and estates, their lands were occupied and now it is a estate. The tribal people are working as labourers and that too in a very little money. After graduation also one can only earn 1000 per month. That's madness but that's the reality in rural India. The truth will be hidden and it will never see the light. Their mud houses had no electricity or any other basic facilities but the next street people had two storey houses who were the landlors or rather the one who occupied the lands. All I could do was looking at the injustice and not say a word to anyone. Even after my return to home, I couldn't forget what happened there. The reality striked me so hard. I kept comparing the two worlds. One has abundant money and it's stored for years and goes useless while the second one is full of poverty. We are running after money and we invest lakhs to build a single house but there are people who beg or shed their blood to show some mercy to their stomach. That journey changed my view for life forever. I started to search for different tribes and the connection grew stronger. I feel like I'm one among them. The tribal people are losing their rights slowly and they are suffering silently. The government is so busy protecting the animals that they forgot to protect the people of the land. I hope one day the people will realise the politics behind all of these. Until then my search for my tribe continues!