“Adhuri Nagama Naidu” was a farmer who lived in the small village of Satharu Bailu. It was a tradition for his family to farm as they had done over generations on the same piece of land so that their children would not have to go hungry. To him, soil was more than just dirt; it was a companion, an ally and the meaning of life.
His actions spoke louder than words, as he was a man of few words. Every day before sunrise he carefully tilled his fields with bare hands, planting seeds and making furrows in the ground like a man intimately connected to it. In spite of his modest existence, he had big dreams and hence kept aside every little rupee saved from his earnings into a small box made out of wood for many years.
Nagama got older, but he never lost sight of what he wanted to achieve in life. Eventually, after many years of saving, one day he bought an undeveloped plot on the outskirts of the village that others considered worthless. However, he perceived something hidden there and put all his soul and energy into its transformation by planting trees, sowing seeds and constructing some small shelter using his hands tirelessly against all odds, trying to convert that arid stretch into a lush green paradise.
Years went by, seasons changed and under Nagama’s care, the land thrived. The once deserted patch now stood transformed with tall trees, lofty bushes, colourful flowers and vibrant crops as proof of his commitment towards it. As time moved on, and together with it, Nagama’s bond grew stronger with this place until even when he became old, his peace did not come from his own transformation but from seeing how much love can do—how far love transforms.”
In the golden light of evening, as Nagama sat beneath the trees he had planted, he felt a deep contentment. His life’s work had not only turned barren soil into fertile ground but had also left a legacy of love and perseverance that would live on long after him. Now, to carry on the family legacy, his descendant stepped forward to revitalise this beautiful land.