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… A place where you felt loved