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$BNB Around the year 2000, the village still remains as a vivid image in memories, where the scent of mud lingered in the dirt lanes and life awakened with the first ray of the sun. The sounds of drawing water from wells in the early morning, clay pots kept in the courtyard, and charpais placed under the shade of trees evoked a sense of peace. Hand-plastered walls of homes, bread and butter made by mothers' hands, and children playing together in the evening—these were the true wealth of the village. There were no mobile phones, no internet, but there was closeness in hearts, sincerity in relationships, and life was simple yet incredibly beautiful. That village, those times, remain preserved today like a cherished treasure in some corner of the heart.