CHAPTER FOUR
After a few minutes of walking, Rahul and Elisa finally entered the village. A little way away from the asphalt road, it was full of wooden huts, each one taking up at least one hundred to two hundred square feet of land.
Elisa was grinning broadly as her eyes roved the village—she had found the most unique place to explore. Some villagers were out milking camels, a few older people were gossiping on a charpoy outside some of the huts, and some children were playing hide and seek. From looking inside some of the closed huts, it seemed that the other villagers were either resting or doing chores.
The villagers were also observing Rahul and Elisa, all looking at their modern clothes and perhaps thinking, They must be lost wanderers.
Elisa was enjoying the moment, but Rahul h
