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I grew up in a rural neighborhood outside of a small town in America. Some things in this story remind me of my childhood. We knew all of our neighbors and would visit many of them frequently. If we needed something small, we always called around to neighbors to see if we could borrow it before we would drive to town to buy it. I miss that. As an adult, my wife and I are trying to develop that sort of relationship with our neighbors, but it is very difficult in today’s world, especially now that I live in a bigger city.

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Excellent! Reminds me of news cuttings from Indian newspapers, for the Gulf's large Indian community. One of my favourites was one village's cobras. Mystical, one protected the children while their parents worked in the fields, one particular serpent driving off a wolf with an eye on a tasty snack. Others drove the villagers away from a tumbledown building which one day collapsed and would have killed anyone inside.

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I really, really enjoyed reading this story! Thank you for what you are doing and please, keep it up!

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Thanks Heather! Happy that you are enjoying this read..

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This is my first visit here. What a delightful story! This way of life seems so natural- so human. Thank you for sharing it.

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Thanks Maria. Happy to hear that you are liking my village stories..

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