A golden village dream

Once I went to meet a man .It is a pretty village. but it is so tiny little. Trees are full with the green leaves. The roads are a bit sandy and peeled off. The stones are disjoined with the love of the road track. It is most likely an old one, but broken hearted. It's directions are pointed now to the dirty areas and the dirty people. The temperature goes to a highly suffocated point. The sun comes tiringly over the head. It seems to be stopping for a while just on the top of the tree to have a rest and nap. It is probably it's nuptial journey to somewhere. So it sounds so hot today. 

Then the man was working on the yard.  It was a building where he had been living long. His gesture looked to get him used to it all it's surroundings. The man was nearly 50 years old. He was carrying garbage with a broken plate. He looked pretty simple. But a bit different. Hair and beard were turned gray .The eyes were sweet like a wild cat. His nature was uncommonly calm like a big tree. There was no boundary wall of his home. He smilingly put me a warm note in words .' Please, come in. '

I addressed him saying ' Sir'. I saw  a grocery shop. It was furnished all around with  different items the villagers need.  A long seat bench was set up in front of the shop. He pointed me to sit on it.  His name was Yeaz Uddin. He was alone in this big house.  His intimacy with the villagers were just like the big tree with hard surface of the soil.  He offered me a cap of coffee and a small packet of biscuit from his own shop and told me, Sopon, You are now a writer. I love your story to read. But you have to write about the changing effect of time .I said, what a great amazing point people are now looking forward to next,  Sir !   With a big laughter Yeaz Uddin said, A little grocery is turning into a pretty form of a gigantic shopping mall. Wow! It is incredible. The whole market is coming at a one building. The villagers don't need to go to the big cities for shopping now.  Local people will have the opportunities like the city dwellers here. I told, ' It is certainly a happy news,  Sir.  It is today I will write about it. Thanking him again I started my next journey to a more remote heart of the villages. I saw a small food hotel where villagers ate three times of the day. The tables where the foods were serving looked terribly dirty. The surface of the tables and chairs were highly affected with the germs of different fatal diseases. It was the heaven of flies, mosquitoes  and ants. The two sickly boys were serving black spotted rice and carry with dead spiders floating on the soup. The overweight owner was taking the cash from the customers.  I asked one of the boys, 'Do you have a bread to eat? ' He simply said, ' No.'

Question:

1.What image is painted in the tittle of the story?

2.what a good massage does Yeaz Uddin get for the villagers?

3. Where does villagers eat in the story and why?

4. Who comes here with a dream of a shopping mall?

5. What is the key massage of the story ?