A place where you felt loved

A place where I felt loved would be a place now in my memory archives.

The events described here took place three decades back. I was in my early twenties and in charge of a remote post somewhere in the Himalayas. The village had no electricity, no running water, and only one mud road connected it to the rest of civilization. I lived in a wooden shack. My staff came to the office only to collect their salary or to apply for leave. I do not blame them, for they had no work to do. I spent my days reading novels, newspapers and roaming around the village and nearby forests.

Wandering around the countryside, I realized that there was a stream high up in the nearby mountains. A pipeline from there to the village would solve their water problems. I had contacts in the local Army units, and through them was able to get some funds to crystallize the idea. The results were dramatic. The villagers did not expect water taps right outside their door.
Needless to say the respect and love that I got in that village during the remainder of my tenure continues to be the high point of my professional career to date.

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