By the time we reached Purushwadi, it was all dark except for the tiny traces of light in the sky. It looked like the entire village had very limited electricity. Most of the houses were lit with oil lamps. They were not even houses, they were thatched huts that looked centuries old. More or less, it looked like backward region of Maharashtra that remains untouched by the urban population. I wondered that’s probably what most Indian villages looked like before independance or years before that. There was nothing to admire except for the greenery which of course was because of the monsoons. During this period, every village in Maharashtra will offer this kind of verdancy, perhaps even better. The whole village was surrounded by agricultural lands. As we moved further, we were greeted by several local villagers. Most of the men were wearing Kurtas and a white colored Nehru cap. Several women were seated at the front porch of their houses. They wore traditional sarees cov...