As the road diverted at Dhupdhara, it was hinting at me on a signpost, saying Adokgre, the high-sounding word, was so hard to pronounce to my fellow travelers.
We’re living in a noisy and chaotic world around us, while more than half the world’s populations are concentrated in urban areas, and its people struggle all day working in monotonous succession to.
Every time I go into a rural habitat, I chase after something. It’s a favourite haunt of my time at the weekend, where my grocery bag is always a part and parcel of my travel. So it was another.