In distant lands, where wreaths of dust and smoke rose in whorls, near vast oceans where trees bent towards shade, where grey structures hovered in the horizon, people strolled in passageways that led them to a space they called home. These streets held sorrow. A woman’s sobs caught everyone’s attention. Another death, another life lost. […]Read more "‘Farmers have had no place in society. The bottom is no place to be…’"
“My son dropped out of school after ninth grade. The goats are his responsibility now. He keeps telling us he wishes to finish high school some day. But, we are helpless. At least, our girls will study. Maybe, they’ll even go to college. I don’t know. We can’t have too many dreams. I worry […]Read more "‘Even amongst the poor, there lie the poorest who get nothing…’"
Indefinite strike, indefinite trials, indefinite call to justice Brown, green and grey were their pots. In a haphazard line, they were left unattended near the hand pump at dawn. Everything ran dry in these regions: borewells, ponds, lakes, tanks, and even farmlands. Shadows of abandoned structures hung in corners. Dark omnipresent forms writhing on the […]Read more "‘If it doesn’t rain this year, what you see will turn into barren lands. Nothing will be spared’"