It is relatively bigger village in its vicinity. Culture Of Pind Makko
It’s my village, where the trees are still green, the sky still blue which counted for something. It isMarchand flowers are getting ready to blossom by the start of April. A road surrounded by lush green field’s leads toward my village PindMakko. The life in my village is simple, the people here enjoy a clean pollution free environment and they eat simple, healthy and pure diet. Here in this image is a typical view of my village. The life of villagers likewise is also simple yet enjoyable
For many of us the village folk, the most wonderful time of the year is the harvest time. …. when we get home from the fields, always well after much of work and usually at high noon. The tree cast a large area of shade, and there are several free meters of shady space in every direction. We do manage to evoke a couple of “cool” hours and when we have finished the hard day work, after dinner we go to sleep under the open sky. “Wow” the sound sleep and the sweet dreams under the shadow of gleaming stars and the light of moon. Saroan Da Saag with butter, cherry tomatoes, onions and green chilly is a famous dish of my village.Saag is spinach and mustard leaves based curry dish highly relished in our village. Saag can be made from spinach, mustard leaves, or other greens, along with added spices and sometimes other ingredients. Taken with bread such as tandoori roti or phulka, the dish is liked as much by the young as by the old.In our village households, a churning staff called Madhani is used to separate white butter from milk. The utensil having yogurt and water is poured into a chaati, and then blown with a staff which separates out butter from yogurt-water mix called lassi. Lassi is a commonly used drink in our village and people of all age use it as a local drink. Fresh Jalebi, still hot from the karhahi is the best Inmy village’s sweets. The halwais make it so fast and have great style- blurred hands. Stapoo is a game mostly played by the girls. This game is played within a small boundary (court), drawn on the ground and a piece of stone. In the image above, girls are playing stapoo in a village near Faisalabad. The village kids enjoy swimming and making fun in the village. The clay mound along the village used by children has been turned into a playground slide as they slip from the height to the base of the pond. I would be ended my report on a poem of Rabindranath Tagore with a note of thank to considering my report for reading.
“We both live in the same village”
We both live in the same village and that is our one piece of joy. The yellow bird sings in their tree and makes my heart dance with gladness. Her pair of pet lambs comes to graze near the shade of our garden. If they stray into our barley field I take them up in my arms. Bees that have hived in our grove go to seek honey in theirs. Flowers launched from their landing stairs come floating by the stream where we bathe. Baskets of dried kusm flowers come from their fields to our market. The lane that winds to their house is fragrant in the spring with mango flowers. When their linseed is ripe for harvest, the hemp is in bloom in our field. The stars that smile on their cottage send us the same twinkling look. The rain that floods their tank makes glad our Kadam forest. Shoaib ; 03338003010 & Rizwan ; 03338002783
