The Indian village is a small groupe of huts. A couple of hundred people live in it. The huts are built with clay and stone. They are thatched with corn-stalks or hay. The walls and floors are coated with cow-dung. The huts are always neat and clean. There are no streets. There are only narrow pathways. These are muddy and stony. Waste water fills them up. Lean cattle stand in the mud. Flies and mosquitoes fly around them.

Outside the village is the well. Here the village people bathe and wash and draw water. The moving lines of village maidens with small towers of shining waterpots on their heads are amost beautiful sight. A little away from the well is the dung-hill. It is breeding place of disease. Beyond it is the village temple. Here the simple villagers come to pray, or listen to readings from the Ramayana and the Mahabharata, or talk.

The villagers have to go to the nearest town for shopping, post- office work, schooling, medical help and so on. At night the village is dark and smoky. It still uses oil-lamps. But in a few years electricity will light up its homes.