In Thakachanh, a quaint village nestled in Boualapha district. The dry January brings a striking transformation as the roads, which are etched into the village landscape become conduits for fine, red dust, frequently stirred into life by passing vehicles.
They settle in a thin layer upon the rooftops and trees, colouring the village in hues of rust and terra cotta. The village is usually vibrant with children. But at mid-day when they go to school, it gives way to a different kind of enthusiasm, that of domesticated pigs who run freely and the sound of nature.
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Source: United Nations