A rhapsody of brittle winds lulled us into a deep slumber last night. This morning, however, was starkly different. Window panes didn’t rattle as they did. And, an unaccustomed silence hung in the air. We stood against the sills observing the semi-constructed building outside. Colourless and bare, it looked odd amidst those that were considered […]Read more "‘We will continue to till our soil. What else can a farmer do?’"
“We have been listening to such heartbreaking tales for the past few days. I thought why not end our day on a positive note? Why not end it with hope? Despite his struggles, Marullusiddappa not only found purpose in his life but also sought solutions for the betterment of farming community and humanity in general. […]Read more "Agriculture in a country divided by caste…"
They battled their worst. Him and her. Long sepulchred in the dust of fading memories, were journeys that gave them hope, and at times tore them asunder. Some days were long, and nights even longer. There were moments where within their hearts everything fled, save hope. So, they strode along… “I am the happiest when […]Read more "‘Animals aren’t treated any differently on my farm. They are my family’: Thoughts on Organic Farming with Marallusidappa Pt 2"
She walked away from her hut, into the brisk breeze settling in outside. His dusty feet dangled on her waist. Hers broke into sores. And yet, she walked. Her feet, seared from the heat, scurried along lanes that led to erstwhile farmlands. A horde of fledgelings squawked in her path dodging her goats astray. She […]Read more "‘You need to give the land time to heal itself’: Thoughts on Organic Farming with Marallusidappa"
“I haven’t filled a pot yet. How can I survive without water?” asked the lady in red as she walked to the hand pump. Her frail features were shrouded in unfathomable expressions. She raised her fists at no one in particular. She muttered curses under her breath, at no one in particular. Perhaps, her anger […]Read more "She was the only farmer left in the family…"
“Sometimes, there’s a pattern to what we do. Sometimes, there isn’t. But life remains the same on the shores,” said Kumar as he stood outside his home. Swept away by a gust of wind, the dunes fell apart in a distance. Wreaths of gritty cloud swayed over town as the tides shot a baleful glance […]Read more "‘My brother was sentenced to three years in prison’"
As we traipsed through the sandy coastland, we could hear them again; the surge and fall of eternal rhythms echoing from a distance. The incantations grew louder and within moments we chanced upon women gliding on the shores with pots of beans on their heads. They were then split into two queues while the caretakers […]Read more "‘The shores unite us all in body and spirit’"
They sallied forth towards the harbour carrying the lord amidst them. The earth scorched their feet as they dragged themselves to the temple where awaited the caretakers of the divine. Worming their way way through the crowd, a group of women soughed out a tuneless chant summoning the spirits to the coast. Their voices began […]Read more "‘Knowledge without any purpose is meaningless to our existence’"
“Some may place their faith in idols. Some believe they will be redeemed by the Goddess. Unless we invoke the deity that resides in our hearts, we may never truly understand the purpose of our faith. There’s a God within us all. And, we tend to forget that,” said Kumar as we walked to the […]Read more "‘There’s a God within us all. And, we tend to forget that…’"
She fretted over her frock. Combing the pink frills gathered at its seams, she twirled her tiny fingers drawing patterns on her legs. A string of pearls lay beside her swaying to the winds. Namboo scrunched her nose as Lakshmi powdered her cheeks. Tears streamed down her brother’s face and he rebelled in silence for […]Read more "Their dreams might be small but have taken flight on numerous occasions"