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Just Stories from Some Farmer Producer Companies

Just Stories from some Farmer Producers Companies Dinesh K Kapila It’s been a long lazy day.   I had a rather long walk, found it most refreshing and idly watched the birds fly by ever so effortlessly across a blue sky. While walking (you must realise that walking can be boring, the mind has to focus on an issue) I just suddenly realised that the farmers, specially the section of astute leaders of farmer producer companies, we can or rather we do address them as directors are gradually but certainly   picking up the norms and various intricacies of the business end of the agriculture sector. There is a change in the offing, maybe slow, maybe scattered, maybe just evolving but on some fronts the changes are there and it is encouraging. Ofcourse I write with a limited exposure in terms of geography and interaction.    I would not like to share names or locations but certain incidents which indicate the changes as above I plan to share today. I heard an interes...

A Vision in Red

A Vision in Red Dinesh K Kapila (I wrote this at Srinagar, around 2015. Maybe November. Retrieved it. I was in my Car with the Driver returning from the Agriculture University, some things you just recollect. Always. It’s just there in the mind). She was a vision in red and flashed past my eye. On a very cold, windy. sunless day she stood out. Young, fair, waif like and from a distance looked so young and innocent, ever so happy and so very pretty as she clung to the arm of her hubby (I only presume this !). She was dressed in a bright red shirt, short sleeves and with a light pink stole thrown around her shoulders. This was set off against what seemed like light black well styled trousers. The hubby atleast was in a blue cardigan though I really don't recall the colour except that he wore something warm. They looked so lost in themselves. An island of warm happiness on a cold windy dreary day. And the photographer was clicking away, I glanced back and remember thinking atleast ...