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Under the mango tree

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Sitting under the mango tree

I lie in the shade carefree,

I see the sun glowing high

I feel the breeze passing by.

I know my heart is weary and so is my mind,

I believe the world has been unkind.

My eyes move around and the surrounds look tired too,

Everything looks tainted when I look for a clue or two.

My thoughts are interrupted by a drop of rain

I didn’t see things change while I chased my pain.

Time had gone by and life had moved on

I woke up from my dream to another hopeful dawn…

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Founder, Happy Roots. Passionate about agriculture, social change and rural economic development. I am on a mission to address the biggest problems faced by small and marginal farmers in India with technology and supply chain efficiencies. I work with small and tribal farmers across Maharashtra and help them connect directly with end consumers in high potential urban markets. At Happy Roots we not only build market linkages for our farmers but help them train and upgrade their skills so that we can nurture the next breed of micro entrepreneurs.

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