Three

Bhanwarlal removed the gamcha from his shoulder and sat on the charpai, it was another evening when he returned back from the fields. It was another day when he came back without hopes and expectations. The farmer's lives are not easy, he was not educated enough to work and the weather never favoured bhanwarlal to repay his debts to sarpanch sahab. Raghuveer Singh's father, Amarpal was also a sarpanch of the village. A kind man who used to help villagers whenever they were in the need, in the past he helped bhanwarlal and other villagers too and never asked the money back, even Raghuveer too never forced any villager to repay his money but until when? The mere thought continued to eat Bhanwarlal everytime but sadly he has no solution of the same. He sighed and looked at his wife Kajri who walked towards him, swaying her hips dramatically with a glass of water in her hands.

"Jee din kaisa raha aapka?"