During a stroll outside Lalgarh village during sunset I met Ramaya and her son Kaji. She was tilling her small piece of land behind her straw hut. She said she might be close to hundred years old. Her son disappeared when he was young she thought he was dead. He wandered around in India and came back after 20 years. She invited me to eat dinner as she said "I may not have tasty food but I grow enough to survive. We chatted, sang and laughed a lot.