“Maine Apna Phone 4 Din Use Hi Nahi Kiya”

I didn’t check my phone for four days. No Instagram, no messages, no scrolling. It felt like waking up from a long, noisy dream.

— A guest who reconnected with life at Farm Aavjo

It wasn’t planned. I didn’t keep it away to prove anything. I just… forgot about it. It was day three at Farm Aavjo when I realized I hadn’t opened Instagram or checked my emails. My phone lay on the bedside table, untouched. No one asked for it. No notifications screamed my name. And slowly, the silence grew louder—in the most beautiful way.

I remember waking up to the sounds of birds, not my alarm. I remember watching the sunlight creep through the leaves, not the news headlines. There was tea to be had with horses grazing in front of me. There was a hammock that asked nothing of me except to lie down. And I did.

Farm Aavjo didn’t ask me to disconnect. It invited me to reconnect—with myself. With the quiet. With all that’s usually drowned by the buzzing of a screen.

I fed horses. I learned the names of the hens. I walked barefoot in the mud. I read poetry. I wrote some, too.

No reels, no emails, no doom scrolling. Just the real reel of life, rolling in front of me—unscripted and slow.

I didn't miss my phone. Not once. That’s the magic of this place—it brings you back to you.