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It's not always that you walk into the room that you planned to, sometimes life happens without you even realizing. It wasn't long ago when I headed out to reach my hostel through my regular route where I board a train from my hometown, Bareilly, to New Delhi to catch a flight to Pune, my college town. I decided to change my train that day as I wanted to eat the parathas that my mother had prepared for me. the train I now boarded decided to take me for a very different ride. just a few stations ahead, the engine broke down. having my flight in just 6 hours made me jump the train with enormous luggage and no idea of the place I was at. I was in the middle of nowhere with a flight scheduled and the clock ticking really fast. as it was the month of monsoon so the rain was in its full power and to top it all, all the buses and road transportation were deviated from the route on which now I was. As the lorry guy announced me this news the only option available with me was to go into the rural village nearby and then cross over to the other part and take any available transportation to Delhi. The lorry guy was gentle and said that he can take me to the village but I will have to continue on my own. Having no idea where the road was leading I decided to take it, what option did I anyways have. On reaching the village that person parked me in front of his house where his family was waiting for him. Seeing me drenched and almost sobby they decided to host we first. Having never seen a village before I was chilled to my bones, after all, I was amongst strangers with no idea of the next second. Preparing in my head the worst possibilities I decided to accept their offer to stay for a while and then leave. it turned out that it was their festival where they worship the rain to avoid floods but rain enough. Strangely we both wanted two completely different things at the moment. on getting dier up and eating some of the food offered to me I definitely felt better despite the fact that I still had no idea as to how was I getting out of the situation but strangely I was liking it. the small hatches, domesticated animals, elderly people offering prayers, that exceptionally simple environment had some charm of its own. there wasn't anything fancy or comfy about it yet it was lovable. I had crossed that route more than a hundred times but never did I think that I was missing on something this magnificent. the moment the wife of the lorry driver name Chanda was convinced that I was well fed and died enough she decided to let me continue on my journey. the Lorry driver whose name was Ramu decided to help me find a way to reach the high way and therefore hire a bullock cart to drop me off as that was the best way to travel with damp muddy path. Oh! I have always been so reluctant about anything that made me compromise on the comfort of my journey and this being everything opposite was still so amazing. I always wondered how people sat on that cart without actually falling doe, after all, it's so inclined and completely against gravity but Oh My God! it was an experience in itself. I was finally a master of art called balance. I reached the highway, got a bus for the city and luckily made it to the airport just in time for my flight. The only thought that held me for those 3 hours was this journey. It wasn't a planned adventure or anything I would have ever predicted or foreseen. sometimes nature in its own way brings you closer to your roots and makes you see what you having been missing on due to numerous reasons. This one incident made me realize that pleasure is hidden in places that are veil away ignorantly.