For I was not even sure if I could call this place a village anymore. Urban constructions were all around. Nothing was familiar, except for the name of the place. I have been away for far too long.

The car pulled over. And I was glad to see another familiar sight, the face of a friend, waiting for me. "How is it?" And I instantly knew what he was talking about. Sure he had been there watching as concrete took the place of the old wooden structures, but he still looked as incredulous as ever.

All in the name of advancement. This progress should be celebrated, but yet in all the villagers' hearts, there would be an attachment to the past. I could see in my friend there was still a longing for the old days. And I understood. For I felt it worst when I first received my first postcard. Time may have eased the emotions. Perhaps it was a good deal, for I was prepared to embrace this change, probably better than my friend.

It was logical anyway. Making way for the new. We all lost something in a way, our old homes, our old hangouts, our old lifestyle. But it was logical to just move on and find happiness in the future. For good of the developers, for the good of the rest of the villagers. And that was what my mind told me.

But that night as I lay in the bed of my new residence, dreams spoke a different tune. How the old times bade me goodbye, and I felt the confusion all over again. At least till conscience took over.

"Are you really that noble?" Very good question my friend.