We condemned farmers suicides, but only after hundreds of thousands of farmers gave up. Could we have helped save their lives?
Open Letter from a Barren Farm
Dear India, In songs of beauty, of abundance, of prosperity, I was once the main hero. You used to sing about my lush green pastures as you watered the soil, where rice, maize and corn grew. Cattle grazed, I was full of life. A symbol of prosperity to animals, birds, crops and people.
A thousand more farmers may commit suicide this year, & I can't do anything about it.
The lady who cooks for me is married to a farmer. She tells me how difficult each passing day gets on the farm. She also used to be a farmer, helping her husband. But she says female farmers aren’t really given any regard due to their gender. She tells me that she came to the city