Going back to the farm is a perfect break from the city. Not just because of the surroundings, also because of the people, the faces who inhabit it. Our farm house has two villages on both the sides. There are always kids from these villages who are monkeying around, taking animals for their grazing trips. The moment I told them I want to click photographs of them, they exclaimed and ran closer to pose for it. I laughed for a few seconds before I started clicking them. They made me take loads of them but I tried to pick the ones that spoke slightly different from one another.
These kids work and help around in running the daily chores of their homes. Little bothered about their schooling, they never seem in a low spirit. Always excited about something.
The below capture was a beautiful sight that I myself was lucky to see. It is not always that you witness this part of the process. Farming is about planting and then nurturing for a good time to come. Three women putting the seedlings in the field by hand on a regular cloudy day of the monsoons. The wait follows after that.
This guy is “Riyasat bhaiya” for me. He started working at the farm probably when my dad was my age. Now he pretty much runs the work of the entire farmland and at times even single handedly. He is a master of his job. He has seven children now so he works even harder to provide for all of them. To me, he almost feels like family. He is the one who gets a hug and not a handshake when we meet.
The above two photographs were clicked on the walk around the farm house. Mum, dad and our dog “Heera”. He always follows you, when you get out for a walk. Somehow, all the dogs I have seen over the decades have had this habit. They all pick it up.
These two below are my favourites from this lot. First one is of my mom. the most gorgeous woman I know. The second one is of my grandfather. It is his Farm house. He built it up along with my grandmother. Today he is 93 years old. His body has aged but his spirit is still of a child. Even though he has lost beloved wife, he still laughs more than me when we talk. When I told him that I want to click a photograph of him, he quickly got ready for the shot with his fresh kurta. The tractor behind him is quite the old guy to talk about at the farm. That tractor is 43 years old and still functional. This photograph is a story for me. A long story.