It is already dusk in Nimbhara — a small, nondescript village deep in the heart of India — but early morning for me. I am on a phone call with a farmer named Ganesh Nanote who has lived here all his life. Almost all of Nimbhara’s 500 or so working adults find employment as cultivators. A single road connects Nimbhara to the highway system; it was only built about eight years ago, and is now plied by a regular traffic of bicycles and three-wheeler rickshaws. Nimbhara’s heritage, culture, and industry all spring from its soil — an alkaline black heavy soil, broken down from the Deccan lava flows that might have killed the dinosaurs 66 million years ago.
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I loved the detail you have gone into, Aneela. This world of noisy hyperactivism makes it so difficult to separate the wheat from the chaff.
I look forward to researching this on my own now. 🙂
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Thank you Aruna. Are you from Andhra? There may be Telugu-speaking farmers there you could talk to. I would look forward to hearing the results.
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This world of noisy hyperactivism makes it so difficult to separate the wheat from the chaff…thanks for sharing this..
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