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It was April 2004. I stood in the middle of the lush green field of moong (green gram) and looked around me. It was just before sunrise and the sky was turning a bright range. The ground was damp and the leaves were shining with dew. My bars feet were muddy as I walked around gingerly, inspecting the plants. Around me were rows of Chikoo trees and below a dense foliage of moog. At that point, I could not have asked for anything more. The moong plants, not more than two fat 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 before the harvest. I felt exhilarated. A stood watching the sun rise above the towering trees across the fence and slenty made my way back to the house, a white structure in the middle of this greenery. A could not belive that I was the owner of this land and that I was looking at my first crop as a farmer. After I had paid the advance money for the land, I thought I would have some time to get familiar with farming. But Moru Dada, the broker who got us the land, had other ideas. He was keen that we plant moong at once. I was not prepared for this. I was still reading books and truging to figure out what we could sow and how we should go about it. Moru Dada was quite firm. He said the season was right for sowing moong and the best seeds were available in Surat in the adjacent state of Gujarat.

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