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His harvest was not the biggest the village had ever seen. But it was the richest. The bread from his wheat was fragrant. The sarson ka saag with maize roti was legendary. The barley he stored for the hot months ahead.
“ Jau —barley,” Kedar said. “The old one. Before wheat became king, barley fed our ancestors. It laughs at poor soil, at drought, at the harshest frost. It grows where other crops would die. And in spring, it gives us two gifts.”
The story he told, year after year, was of a young farmer named Arjun who had forgotten this truth.
