If you want to understand the other you need to be in that person’s shoes. I learnt it the hard way how a farmer felt when he sees his crop wilt due to the blight of drought. How he feels robbed and cheated. And curses destiny for it.
For over a month and half my fig, mango, banana, jackfruit, coconut and other fruit trees have not been watered and it’s showing. Though the river is just couple of meters away I have not been able to water my plants ever since the monsoon ended. My farm is at the mercy of a common watering facilities which we farm owners share. First the pump motors were not working. They had to be rewired and oiled. It took a fortnight. We were dogged with another problem: the pipelines which brought water to the farm were broken at places because someone had run an earthmover. New pipelines had to be laid. That took another 10 days. I counted each day and prayed that it would be the last day of drought. Worried I could not sleep properly. But my restlessness was not helping.
Today, when Vermaji, my neighbour, informed that at last water had reached our plots I was overjoyed. I instantly thanked someone up there.
“Do ghanta pani aaya aaj(We had water for two hours running),” he said.
I felt like sharing this good tiding with my friends and sent text messages without realising how many of them would share my enthusiasm. But I just felt like sharing my happiness and joy. And I did what my heart said. Having gone through this I can now empathize with a farmer who shouts out with joy as the first showers of the rain arrives ending a period of drought.