A Festival Called Farming🌾

📍 June 29, 2025 Some days don't just pass… They stay. They bloom in your memory like saplings in wet soil. June 29th was one such day. ✨ The Morning That Began Like Any Other It started like any other morning. I woke up early and headed to the terrace for practising Yoga, as usual. The breeze was gentle, and I felt calm — unaware of the little joy that the day was about to grow in me. My cousin had just come home from Hyderabad, and I spent some time with him after breakfast. We laughed, talked, and caught up after months. Then around 10 AM, my brother came and said, "Let’s go to the fields." I followed him — not knowing I was walking into one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. 🌿 The Mud Beneath My Feet When I reached our fields, the workers had already begun transplanting paddy. To step into the field, I had to take off my slippers. The moment my bare feet touched the cool, wet mud… I felt s...