Bringing Peace to the Wanderer

Paved roads ended about half a mile back. The bridge we crossed was being used to dry mustard seeds and by pedestrians, instead of by vehicles it was surely designed for. But it didn’t matter anyways since the road beyond was too narrow for our car to travel down. We traveled the serpentine road, surrounded by lush green rice paddies, by rickshaw instead. It was clear, we had reached “the last mile”. I had spent…