I went to a village along with my parents. Seeing the diligent farmers working in their fields, I felt the need to interview them. I asked them about their life. I found out that an Indian farmer is incredibly hardworking. He gets up early in the morning even before the cock’s crow, takes his plough and with his cattle walks briskly towards his field. He cares for nothing — may it be winter, summer or rain. Under the sun’s scorching heat him, and sweat rolling down his face, he takes a torn towel and puts it over his head to prevent heat strokes. At noon, his wife or his children bring him his midday meal. With his rough hands cleaned, he eats his meagre food under the shade of a tree. Soon after, he resumes his work. Sometimes, he sings a song to break the monotony of his hardwork. He returns home only when daylight is out and it’s too dark to farm.
At the door of his hut, he is greeted by his children. This is the happiest time of the day for him. At night, he enjoys the sight of his children having enough food and if something remains, he eats it to fill his stomach. Although farmers don’t take in nutritious and hygienic food, they are stronger and healthier than the people living in cities! No villager wears a spectacle…But how?
It could be because of the fresh air and the sunshine in villages.
Despite such hardwork and sacrifice, farmers still lives amidst poverty. When pests destroy their crops, they are severely affected. All the modern food we eat has its origin in the farmers produce. Imagine what would happen if all farmers go on a strike and reap crops for their own usage. All of us would be forced to go on a ‘hunger strike’!
Class 10, Chettinad Vidya Mandir, Karur, Tamilnadu.