My world or yours.

It is a town that you'll probably read on the back of a Hindustan lever product, like an outlet, and forget as soon as you graduate to the ingredients or even before. I don't know. But its a town where hundreds of girls in a hijab are educated. A town where by the chandragiri river 5 college going students would sit on the shore, under the bridge, and throw stones in the water. A place rightfully called the 'God's own country' houses such a town called Kasaragod. It has open fields where the grazing cows are disturbed by the nonchalant kids playing cricket. A place where you find houses of all possible colours and sizes, a place, a reflection of modern India where a small town life and city life goes on parallely. Where people are willing to help random strangers accustomed to concrete jungles cross the real ones in slippers. Where coconuts and big mansions are a daily sight. A state, longitudinaly located at the shores of the Arabian sea, kerala has two main sects of people. Muslims in the north and Christians in the south. Now this is a very abstract distinction that I could make to know better about the state as a whole. The town, Kasaragod, redefines simplicity as never before. It almost makes you wonder what if you were in place of a random stranger you see walking on the road, going to school. How different would life be. Its almost amazing to think how precisely things work out for people, because even one little change could lead to completely different life journey with new goals and accomplishments. With new concerns, contexts, worries and personalities. But here I am sitting in an air conditioned innova, with headphones on, writing this, rather than that girl in a hijab with a packet from a grocery shop , walking home and wondering about what to cook for the night.
This in a sense leads of to conclude that people live in their own heads. Every single person has a different world and different perception towards life. It is difficult to understand because of its large magnitude, in terms of the whole world. But then again, our brains can only process so much. Or can it?