Today I am writing about the reminiscences from the fields. I am not writing some statistical data or scientific facts about the fields but something I lived and enjoyed. I can proudly say we are farmers. I have seen and participated in rice harvesting. It is no less than art when rice is sown and grown manually. I was given a chance to fill the corners of the fields so I could not dissonant the rows and columns of plants sown by my seniors. There is a festival called Ashar pandhra where muddy water is thrown upon each other and beaten rice and yogurt are eaten. The winter has even more to offer. The green vegetables, cauliflowers, broccoli, tomato, green chilies, coriander leaves, fresh potatoes, and green onions. We used to sit around the burning fire and listen to ghost stories. We also used to burn the potatoes in the burning fire and used to eat them. We even fought for those potatoes like they were treasures for us. Getting up early and having a bath was heck. But the hand pump used to offer ready-made warm water. We used to chase for the glossy sunny days during winter. But working in the field seemed to be a plethora of warmth even in the slight sun rays of winter. The sweeping wind is an exasperating thing of winter. Sometimes we used to bask in the sun and figure out the shapes of clouds gliding over the sun. Sometimes the sun happened to appear like it was dying to meet us and clouds were the real villains.  Inspired by the telly serial I used to dig the small pond on my own in the garden and used to pour buckets of water over the pond. Despite my intense efforts, the soil used to drink all the water like a dragon. I was like why ???? When we used to work in the fields, my thought process was that we were being captured by TV (Satellite). So it was a compulsion I must wear a smile so I could look fabulous. Then I used to think about whose TV I was being captured. What if I could have a glimpse of those clips? And I used to pray,”o god, hope I look better, they must have cast me in better ways”. I used to love the company of kids (baby goats). The sad part was they never settled in one place. They kept on jumping but they were no less than my siblings. Sometimes I used to think what if we could talk and have conversations? Dogs were also my good friends until a gang of dogs attacked me. Still, I like them but I am afraid of them more. Even after those incidents, I had some good rapport with some dogs but I am highly skeptical about initiating friendships with them.

Fields have so many stories and so many things to offer you i.e. fragrances, aroma, music, love, friendship, companionship, and Alice. They have my childhood diary.