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“I know,” Zaid replied. “That’s why I used half the water you use for paddy. I grew food, not straw.”

Zaid loaded his donkey cart at midnight. By dawn, he was in the market. zaid crops

“The Kharif rain is late this year,” Zaid replied, not looking up. “If we wait for the season, we starve. We must create our own season.” “I know,” Zaid replied

Zaid was a wiry man with hands like cracked leather and eyes that measured water, not land. While his neighbors burned their stubble and went to the city for work, Zaid knelt by his two-acre plot. He ignored their laughter. ” Zaid replied