For once in my life, I want to be taken away to the rivers and mountains where the birds chirp all day long and the whole place is carpeted with green. Where fresh milk and curd comes from the cows and no technology can be heard or seen. Just the clouds, the river, the mountains and the sun and at night beneath the countless stars. And as we rise the sun will kiss my face. I want to belong to a place where there's no sound but silence speaks.

Everything seems to be wrong, superbly wrong. Why just can things be better?