Alone, I sit one day looking at the skies thinking of what it is to live in a village filled with so many countless trees and birds out there and the skies which are filled with sadness and gloom, waiting to pour in their sorrows upon me when suddenly I decide to take a stroll around my village to let go off the loneliness and isolation that characterizes this place. As I set off for my short stroll around the ward, I notice two houses, abandoned by their owners sadly with the ongoing disputes and quarrels over the years and have now left them to turn into endless swathes of overgrown jungles and forests with all the possible creatures one can ever think of existing. As I tread along the lonely pathway in my village, I can feel the jitters and the scares within me, with everything so quiet, so peaceful, filled with the sense of tranquility and solitude but at the same time scary with nobody out and about in the village lanes and by lanes by late evening. There is not