My Village
My village is called Giravi. It is in the Satara district of Maharashtra. Our community comprises about 850 to 1000 families; the total number of people dwelling here is nearly 5000. I have a family of four – it consists of my parents, my elder sister, and myself. While my sister helps my mother with household chores, my father does manual labor in the nearby construction site.
Giravi is a small village, but a lovely one. One long stretch of road runs across the entire town, branching and bending here and there, and giving birth to lanes and bylanes. Small mud huts and cottages sit in two parallel rows on either side of the road, facing one another. All the households of mud and sand; only a few handfuls of cement-made buildings are in the area.
We have some facilities here and there. At the very center of the village stands the community village school’ it is aided by the Government. It is the only education institution in the area; there are no colleges. The school building is of two stories and houses students from standards 1 to 12. I study in the fifth standard.
The village panchayat building is another building made from concrete. All minor judiciary matters are dealt with over here. The house is presided over by the Panch and his other ministers.
Giravi is still on its way to development. The village had its first electric connection only a few months back. We have electricity for 14 hours in households from four o’clock in the evenings to six o’clock in the mornings. We do face minor power-cuts once or twice, but those are very rare.
The local bazaar is 10 minutes from our area. If one has to buy any essential commodities or food items, they can go to the market on foot; they can also take a rickshaw ride of 5 minutes. The bazaar is flocked with markets that sell essential, necessary products. The bazaar also has a government ration shop. The entire village gathers in a queue before the ration shop once every month for their share of subsidized rations. Apart from these shops, the village itself has four or five small shops here and there.
The roads are all cart-tracks; they are not line tracks. Our village consists of a close-knit community – everyone knows each other here. Every evening, my friends from neighboring huts and I gather in the fields to play. We play hide-and-seek and kabaddi mostly. The streets stay lit from the lamp-posts present in every bylane.
The main occupation of the people in Giravi is manual labor, handicrafts, and agriculture. After they complete their eight standard education, a few people migrate to the city of Poona and Mumbai for higher studies; the Government distributes yearly scholarships for this opportunity.
Situated in the lap of nature, my village is surrounded by greenery. Like in cities, pollution has not yet invaded the air around us. Although city life provides many benefits and advantages to its dwellers, I am satisfied with the little and peaceful life, which I lead in my small village.
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