Reading your words on dialects, I think of how my father called the first rain "marapachi baava", but my son only knows "pehla baarish". This word-mixing is like my field—Hyderabadi Urdu soil, Telugu seeds, now Hindi concrete growing over. Fusha Arabic? That is the old neem tree in the corner, roots deep, giving *sukun* in its shade. This talk of Modi-ji's plans for farmers...my neighbour Chander showed me a chart on his phone, numbers for water conservation. Good, but my *borewell* still coughs dust. Let the policy reach my *khetta* first, then we will see the *khushboo*.