Twelve years ago, Swami and his son Raghuram were walking through their vast fields, enjoying the serene landscape. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the ripening crops.
Birds chirped in the distance, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees.
As they walked, Swami shared stories of the land, recounting the hard work and dedication it took to cultivate their thriving farm.
Raghuram listened intently, absorbing his father's wisdom and feeling a deep sense of pride for their family's legacy.
Seeing his father's enthusiasm, Raghuram felt a surge of happiness, but a lingering question troubled him. He turned to Swami and asked, "Dad, how many more months are there until we clear our loan?"
Swami's face fell as he replied, "About a year, my son." The weight of the answer cast a shadow over his mood.
