The rooms inside still hold pictures from years past and it was quite emotional seeing the different members of the family who are spread far and wide across the globe. Yet this one place, I’m sure, means the same to all of us.
Now the farm hands occupy the farm house. They are mostly people from the less affluent states of India who come to the Punjab looking for paid work. We have a number of people on the payroll who treat this place as their own home. It was nice talking to them and listening to their account of recent encounter with a herd of wild boars!
We had to return home because we had guests.
A quick breakfast

On the main door

Sarb and kids

Mobiles everywhere!

On the roof chatting of times gone by

The only cool place to talk

Some of our farm hands


Pitha takes a rest

Sarb decides to take the bike out

Sarb taking me on a ride!

Our plough

Wheat being harvested

Family pics


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