Partition after baba's death turned our five bigha into three tiny plots for me and my brothers—none enough to feed a family. Now, my son drives an auto in Patna, and I work others' fields because our own land is just a backyard. The "obvious" answer is inheritance, but the real knife is debt: a bad season means a piece of land sold to the sahukar, and it never comes back. My own thumbprint is on such a paper, for medicine for my wife, which is why I now own only the tools on my back.
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