I pronounce myself a “proud farmer”……
The one place on the earth that holds the most beautiful dreams and memories for me is my farm house in western part of our country. It is a small farm made up of hilly rocky land with a valley and river haachu make its way below my farm house. I was born and raised here. Being raised up in a farm house I have experienced many cheerful activities. As a kid I love lending hand to my parents. Life in a farm was always busy and occupied. It is here where I felt the true beauty of nature. How excited I would be to witness the new life (calves) coming into the world and taking its first breath. I enjoy looking after them till they are a week old. On the other side I would be weeping for the mother of one you couldn’t save as she calls to her offspring who will never answer. It is life in a farm where you could see the time flow; puppies grow into dogs, calves into cows, foals into horses and kitten into lovely cats. Working with soil was so much fun. Right from my childho...