Beyond What Meets the Eye

Beyond What Meets the Eye Writing about beauty, work, freedom and point of view. Two days before she was to travel to her destination, Lizzie found herself desiring to come back to the life she once longed to escape. She was troubled by the thought. There was no change anywhere in the village: the fields were still green, the air was still. The sky was still wide, and fresh. But in some way the place wasn't the same. Lizzie didn't know how to explain it, yet. Two years ago, after completing the 2nd year board exams, Lizzie had She went to her village for her cousin on the day of his wedding. She had become weary of life in the city and was eager for a change. The village was like what she wanted. It was summer but the weather was still cool and fresh. Green Areas of meadows stretched across the land, the cows moved slowly. The air was fresh and earthy, the fields through which we passed. smell. No bumper-to-bumper traffic, No loud horns, and no towering structures towering above the sky. The village seemed like a painting that Allah had left unfinished so that nature could keep on adding to it. Lizzie loved it. The village that Lizzie saw for the first time. But breakfast was a different story. The farm eggs were fresh and the tea was freshly brewed from milked cow's tea. In front of her were laid milk and freshly baked bread. In urban areas, the following occurred rare sights. Here, they were all commonplace. Lizzie went around the village a lot. There were some paths that were clean and grassy, Others were soggy and rough. Salad and vegetables from at lunch. family’s own home-grown garden. She napped in the afternoon and then went out for a visit. Local springs and lakes. She saw the women of the village washing clothes in the water. Everything seemed simple. Everything seemed peaceful. And, since she was a visitor, all seemed unpriced. Lizzie was nearly as old as her cousin Kiran. They laughed together and these were some of the times he shared the simplicity of youth. However, there was one thing that made it different, between them. There was a life awaiting Lizzie in the city. She would go back to her her studies, her academy, her books and her plans. Kiran was born and had grown up in the village. She hadn't been there for several days. This was her life. The backdrop to everyday life. One day as they were conversing, Lizzie heard that Kiran was no longer in school. Lizzie inquired about what she did during the day, Kiran simply explained that there was not much to do. He was a man who lived each day almost entirely without pleasures. same: cow milking, feeding the cows, She fed them grass, and tended to them wherever she was needed. Lizzie listened quietly. She had always been able to see the Village as a way to escape. Kiran viewed it as the location To where she was obliged to remain. I kept thinking about that thought in Lizzie. Never, she knew, she realized. She had not comprehended the entirety picture yet. The scenery of everyday occupations. On the next morning Kiran removed the cows for grazing. Lizzie followed her as she went away. and suddenly remembered the milk she had enjoyed every morning. It had not simply Looked on the breakfast table. Someone had risen to look after the cows, and brought Sent out to feed, and accomplished all the tasks that lead to this easy breakfast. As Lizzie looked around more, she began to see more of the work behind the things she had found beautiful. The cows were looked after by Kiran. Her aunt baked new bread. Vegetables needed to be planted, watered, sheltered and tended to with patience before they came to fruition. The lunch may be served on the side of the table. When Lizzie paused to reflect, even the river seemed different. She had seen There the women were washing clothes and had admired the peaceful water. But for those women, the same water stream was also a place of work a location where time, effort and responsibility were spent every day. Lizzie started to see that behind the beauty were the hands of hard labour, and the duties of the peace. Finally, the words of Kiran started to get coherent. The village was still beautiful. The fields were still grassy, It was still fresh air in the world and still quiet water in the river. But now Lizzie was beginning to realize that beauty and There may be a difficulty in the same spot. The same location seen in another way. Her short stay was extended to long stay. At first, Lizzie Each additional day was a delight. Soon she started to have trouble with the routine. She had to skip school, her school, her books, and even the things she used to gripe about. There wasn't wireless Internet, and the silence that had seemed so fresh became oppressive. Then Lizzie realized that something was wrong, she wanted rest, escape. There are things that you can get out of your life and other things that you can get out of from your life. exhaustion. On the 11th day Lizzie wanted to go home. She yet looked at the fields. They thought that the fields were beautiful. But she loved the fresh air, too. But now she understood Kiran more clearly. Beauty didn't make life easy. The fields were in need of maintenance. The cows required care. The bread required preparation. It took patience to get the vegetables ready. The river as well as the Routines, responsibilities, and, at times, quietness of the village were linked to quietness of the village. monotony. Lizzie was able to go back to another life. “Kiran didn't have that kind of” freedom. It was still a town Lizzie loved. She didn't start to hate nature, for nature herself It wasn't a problem had never. Many times, the beauty of Allah is looked at.The beauty of Allah is looked at, many times. The music of creations might still still her heart. She was no longer looking at the village, however. As seen by a visitor. She started to realize that sometimes a place is peaceful just because we aren't. Can withdraw from it at will. For no particular reason, Kiran had been teaching her that... person can be in the same beautiful spot and have an entirely different occurrence. different. As Lizzie left he looked out of the window of the car. The fields were still there. There was still a wide sky. The air was still fresh, It appeared that there was nothing to changed. But Lizzie knew that she was changed. She had come as a person who's seeking. Was escaping from the city, but she was escaping with a greater insight into the life she was experiencing. had gotten so caught up in romanticizing. The village had taught her that a beautiful view wasn't all that. A Hard work can be a part of peaceful place. Living a simple life can be very burdensome. The same landscape can seem so different in a different season, someone is free to leave it or has to remain there. The village was unchanged in any way. Only in Lizzie's eyes was it.

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