Because it had to happen that way, I completed my journey to the farm on a tractor. No one was more happier that day than I was, sat tight behind the tractor driver and noisily driving through yellow fields of mustard. Finally I was in a typical Punjabi village. Our host for the day, the generous farm owner, welcomed us with large glasses of lassi (buttermilk). The pleasant noise of a nearby pump brought my attention to a bunch of freshly washed fresh-from-the-farm vegetables. Without much ado we sat down for a lunch of typical Punjabi food. Everything on the plate came from the nearby fields, from makke ki roti, melt-in-the-mouth sarson ka saag to urad dal ki pinni and a salad of radish and carrots, I knew I was eating good food as soon as I took the first bite. This time around, the fields around us had green sarson (mustard) and one could taste how fresh the vegetables were. Do tell me again why we insist on living in cities choked by pollution and eating dispair-laden processed food What made the radish and carrots so crunchy and sweet Was it the time of the year or the fact that the food that day was straight from the fields and the loving hands of those who tended them fields. I like to think both. Though the air was not that cold that day, but the breeze outside and the lunch out in the open was the perfect way to spend a winter's day in Chandigarh.