‘We will continue to till our soil. What else can a farmer do?’

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 […]

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‘You need to give the land time to heal itself’: Thoughts on Organic Farming with Marallusidappa

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 […]

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And, so it begins…

It was 11.30 am. Sullen winds roared no more. Winter had long died away. The days got warmer. Cacophonous trails of traffic exploded into dissonant chaos as our eyes drifted towards shacks of corrugated metal gleaming in the morning sun. It was time. With a steady onslaught of blaring horns gripping the city, we packed […]

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