With a practiced gait, Jiten makes his way to his modest farmland, no bigger than a football field, where he meticulously tends to his crops of millets, tomatoes, and brinjal. The produce not only sustains his family but also provides them with a modest income through sales to passing traders who ferry the goods to distant markets.
Having witnessed numerous harvests and endured through 17 national elections, Jiten’s hope for meaningful change in his corner of the nation dwindles as India braces for its 18th general election. For the unique inhabitants of this remote region, the prospect of being heard seems increasingly distant.
