The local community is small, making a living out of grazing their livestock or the stone quarries nearby that feed building and construction work in the city. It is as though after the frenetic pace of the capital, time suddenly stands still here. As one tunes into the rustic grid, from the belly of the nearby clumps meal on earthen chulhas fuelled by cow dung. In summer, the long hot afternoon gives way to a more comfortable evening as the birds come back to the treetops and the cattle return home for the night. Of forest will probably emerge a peacock, resplendent in its colourful plumage.
Local folk dot the patches of shade around the trees.
The men of the family, though spread out on a charpoy drawing on a hookah, will be uncannily aware of the movement of their cattle. The scene will, of course, include a spiral of smoke as it twists upwards beyond the trees. Right there, the women will be busy readying the day's. Winter lends an altogether different character to the area. The air is crisp, inviting a day out in the open.