Across “the busy street” is the School of Agriculture. Once through the gates it is almost immediately quiet. The tree lined road is cool and shady and just after the entrance there is a sweet smell of something blooming I cannot place. The song of the birds can be heard. The air seems fresher.
It is common to see people walking for fitness here along with others who are taking a short cut across campus. Four roads lead to the center where there is a statue of someone. Three of those roads are tree lined and have buildings; dorms, alumni association, library, and other housing and academic buildings. The fourth road leads out to fields and green houses filled with crops and flowers.
It’s a nice reprieve from the traffic noise, pollution and chaos. I have walked here several days and though it takes me just under an hour to walk three (sometimes four) of the roads, I get hot, sweaty and tired, mostly from the humidity.
Almost everything in India seems like it needs a good scrubbing with water and bleach as well as a strong campaign for picking up garbage (or just an “end littering” policy). The School of Agriculture isn’t much different and it struck me today how different it is from the other college campuses I am familiar with.
