Unilliminating burning rays-II

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Sita went on, “My husband Hari had always dreamt high, earn a lot and lead a comfortable life. Being educated he always took up modern ways of farming. He always kept contact with the ‘Kisan Vigyan Bhavan’ and kept himself updated. Our wheat and maize were the best in the whole of Maqboolpura. My ‘makke the roti and surso the sag’ was the most sort after among friends and relatives as well as his fellow farmers. He wanted to grow richer; it’s this urge that pulled him to Chittorgarh, Rajasthan on the request of his Rajasthani friend, Bhukkamal. On his request he invested on his poppy fields expecting high returns. They did get high returns as whenever he came home he brought lot of money with him. At that time he did feast with his friends and did take some alcohol, but that didn’t matter much. Little did I know that while his friend supplied the poppy bulbs to the ‘davai’ company, he brought those and sold it in the black market. Slowly he brought the whole population of men and youth in Maqboolpura under the addiction of poppy husk and its extract. Along with these youth when did my husband become one of them I was unaware of that. Slowly his earnings exceeded his expenditure. He was more a drug addict and alcoholic than a flourishing farmer. The local ‘davai ducanwala’ added to our woes by supplying him with his dose of drug and liquor in credit, I could understand what his intention was, grabbing our land! And today I am where you see me. Yet I am not sorry to be a widow today for the pains I have suffered for years. To add to our woes the netas encourage the free flow of drugs into our land and see to it that liquor is sold as cheap as Rs.20 a bottle.