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The First Crop
It was April 2004. I stood in the middle of the lush green field of
moong (green gram) and lookedaround me. It was just before sunrise
and the sky was turning a bright orange. The ground was damp andthe
leaves were shining with dew. My bare feet were muddy as I walked
around gingerly, inspecting the plants.
Around me were rows of chikoo trees and below a dense foliage
of moong. At that point, I could not have asked for anything more. The
moong plants, not more than two feet tall, had green pods hanging
out. The pods were not yet ripe and there was a light fuzz growing on
them. There was still some time beforethe harvest. I felt exhilarated.
I stood watching the sun rise above the towering trees across the
fence and slowly made my way back to the house, a white structure
in the middle of this greenery. I could not believe that I was the owner
of this land and that I was looking at my first crop as a farmer. After 1
had paid the advance money for theland, I thought I would have some
time to get familiarwith farming. But Moru Dada, the broker who got
usthe land, had other ideas. He was keen that we plantmoong at once.
I was not prepared for this. I wasstill reading books and trying to
figure out what wecould sow and how we should go about it. MoruDada
was quite firm. He said the season was rightfor sowing moong and the
best seeds were availablein Surat in the adjacent state of Gujarat.​

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The First Crop

It was April 2004. I stood in the middle of the lush green field of

moong (green gram) and lookedaround me. It was just before sunrise

and the sky was turning a bright orange. The ground was damp andthe

leaves were shining with dew. My bare feet were muddy as I walked

around gingerly, inspecting the plants.

Around me were rows of chikoo trees and below a dense foliage

of moong. At that point, I could not have asked for anything more. The

moong plants, not more than two feet tall, had green pods hanging

out. The pods were not yet ripe and there was a light fuzz growing on

them. There was still some time beforethe harvest. I felt exhilarated.

I stood watching the sun rise above the towering trees across the

fence and slowly made my way back to the house, a white structure

in the middle of this greenery. I could not believe that I was the owner

of this land and that I was looking at my first crop as a farmer. After 1

had paid the advance money for theland, I thought I would have some

time to get familiarwith farming. But Moru Dada, the broker who got

usthe land, had other ideas. He was keen that we plantmoong at once.

I was not prepared for this. I wasstill reading books and trying to

figure out what wecould sow and how we should go about it. MoruDada

was quite firm. He said the season was rightfor sowing moong and the

best seeds were availablein Surat in the adjacent state of Gujarat.