Moving around the villages, I got captured by the beauty… not of the solar panels but of the mud houses… Just like a young man looking at a beautiful woman in bikini wouldn’t resist wanting to caress her soft skin, I couldn’t resist passing my fingers over the golden colour walls… so smooth… so perfect… so beautiful… so sensuous… exquisite life-size handicrafts…
Looking at my expression of wonder, a woman, the owner of the house smiles and says, “Mud houses are beautiful!!”
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