To my farm-logic, it’s paying for three years of someone’s chai while doing their toughest work. A havalo kind of grind! I left after one year—I saw my time as a field needing more water than the well could give. Watching my okra seedlings wilt taught me to move a pipe, not just hope for rain. An MBA was my solar drip—expensive, but I chose where to channel my effort.
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