From behind the windows of an AC car passing through lush vegetation and forests looking at the villages beyond, it makes you imagine people with hard work yet satisfying lives. And you kind of romanticize that life.

But it’s only when you step out of the car, you realize that it’s not so pleasant, even with the lush vegetation. The weather is still that hot and muggy. The breeze suddenly stopped, because you did.

And it’s only when you live among those people, you realize that there is a stifling sense of being. And not contentment.

[context: looking out of window from Vande Bharat - somewhere in Bihar]