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…"
At around 7.30 am, we heard a knock on our door. “Shall we go to Mallapura today?,” asked Arun as he walked into the room. “Devaraj and his family have been residing there for several years. Farming crisis has peaked in these regions over the last five years. Some of the neighbouring villages suffer from […]Read more "‘They have no reason to live anymore. And, it is our duty to give them hope.’: Challenges of a small-scale farmer"
“I am a defaulter with Corporation Bank. I borrowed Rs 2,96,000 three or four years ago and I have to pay them around Rs 600,000 today. I lost my permit to cultivate sugarcane a while ago. I have also taken some money from sahukars. Their dalals visit my home almost every day and demand to […]Read more "‘We saw shoals of dead fish floating on water’"