One day years ago, I followed my mom to a farm, it was small groundnuts was the crop we we event to harvest, I did nothing just played around, but I remembered the environment looked somehow like the one above. So a day in my life I was a farmer. These guys up there look poor, so poor we call them farmers. That is what we can see, because their clothes are tattered and they are doing manual work. What we know, we need food for survival, what they know they need to work for survival.

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