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"