Their hands are tied not by ropes but by the greed of the intermediaries that the system has generated, who eat up the farmer’s income while it is on its way into his hands.

Our farmers are the backbone of our agriculture, let us celebrate them

Little did I realise how much I would miss those ten minutes, those ten minutes in which I lived an entire lifetime.

All the good times evaporated like naphtha, the moment some air of misconceptions touched it.

I wanted to wash away our past misgivings in those tears that would run from our eyes and weave a new start by folding her in my arms.
I wanted to, but I did not!

The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She wanted them to leave her alone.