Posted on March 27, 2018 at 08:50 AM
One can’t judge their pain by just looking at them. Their caps tell the story; my father committed suicide, you don’t make such a grave mistake, god bless farmers are few things I could get translated from Marathi with the help of their teacher. I met them on the way at Mumbai-Agra highway ahead of Chandwad in Nashik. They live and study in Adharashram in Trimbakeshwar and were visiting a meeting of farmers.
Those innocent but gloomy faces were of human beings, whose fathers were mentioned as numbers in media and forgotten there after.