Exposing the unwritten constitution that governs India’s poor
When I opened my eyes, I beheld mountains, forests, rivers, and the blue sky. I watched the Ganga, Yamuna, Satluj, and Ravi race from the mountains to the plains. Amid nature’s quiet, I have stood at the threshold of childhood, youth, and now old age. Clouds rise from the sea, bring snow and rain to the mountains, and then the water journeys back to meet the ocean again.
A mountain’s beauty lies in this: the landscape changes with every turn. The plains, by contrast, are straight and flat. The mountains are the nation’s sentinels; the plains, its breadbasket. Two generations ago, we too were tied to the plains. With the turn of time, by the mid-last century, we too moved into nature’s lap.
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