Madai and the farmer inside
From far away, finding it as a peaceful abode we headed towards this place. With a sense of envy and how the grass is always greener on the other side, we urban dwellers has a thing with space and no noise. Sanjay saw us coming. He sat down in his wooden cotton-woven khataai (bed). This is rabi season. Sanjay has grown wheat in his 3 acre fields. Okay, it was time for the young mind to kindle with and belittle the hard working farmer. In this huge spare of land, why can't he do commercial farming? Shouldn't he grow Aloe verra, process it and sell in the market? Isn't it in the trend? Sanjay used to work as an operator of a bulldozer in another district. He would mine sand from the riverbed. For a month he is free as the work at site is stopped. The new administrator has banned it. Anyway, why does he want to go away from his native place! This place is at the outskirts of Maihar. The landscape is up and down. Not too far, the river Tamas make its way. During win...