You wake up to birdsong — not to a notification. The air through the open window
smells of damp earth and jasmine. Your children are already outside, barefoot on
real grass, chasing butterflies they've only seen in textbooks.
You walk to your food forest and pick breakfast. Ripe mangoes, fresh drumstick leaves,
a handful of cherry tomatoes still warm from the sun. No pesticides. No plastic packaging.
Just food, the way it was meant to be.
By noon, you're sitting on your deck with a cup of coffee, watching kites circle over the
Cauvery valley. Your phone has no signal. And for the first time in months,
you don't care.