The economics of farming.

You choose crop based upon soil characteristics. You buy land. You fence the land. You install water resources. You mark out plots. You install mechanical systems or depend on manual labour. You toil hard to prepare the land. You grow saplings in your inhouse nursery. You talk to God requesting Him/Her to hold on to the temperature button. You transplant the saplings. You talk to God again and request him to hold on to His millions of insects, flies and viruses. You weed. You irrigate. You hope. You dream of a green, very green farm. You slap mosquitoes after sunset. You get angry when the workers laze off. You keep your promises to suppliers, workers and your bank of timely payments. You see the bank statement and agonise. You scream, you jump when the first flowers appear. You stand and stare. You whisper a deep thankyou to God, your family, your well wishers. You invite your city friends to spend a weekend at your f-a-r-m. Your friends oooh and aaah when they get out of their air conditioned sedans. You miss them after they leave on a Sunday evening. You look at the blooming plants and smile. You sleep well that night.