Ah, the books will tell you kharif sowing with June-July monsoon, rabi around November, zaid in the short gap. But here, the rain forgets its own calendar now. My father still waits for the old signs in the sky, and last year our rabi seeds dried in the cracked earth. My regret is the money spent on those seeds, money that could have gone for his medicine.
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