Clearing a Path
For many months now, the question of how to enter the local market in Wayanad has been weighing on my mind. It felt a bit like a hiking trip I took a couple years ago. In the wilderness, out of my comfort zone, so…
For many months now, the question of how to enter the local market in Wayanad has been weighing on my mind. It felt a bit like a hiking trip I took a couple years ago. In the wilderness, out of my comfort zone, so…
By 10 am on February 18th, the Profugo house was filled with people from nearby areas. Some of them came walking a long distance. Our first public program on agriculture, a farmer’s training in collaboration with Kerala state agriculture department was being held. At…
Four college students traveling to an unfamiliar place halfway around the world with no understanding of the indigenous language, Malayalam, might seem a bit nerve racking to some; but not to these travelers. We were willing to fully immerse ourselves in the Indian…
As a result of my new experience researching for Profugo’s Twitter posts, I now realize that I have never really had to focus on the dynamic changes occurring in the world. Living in the United States, which is a large and mostly English speaking…
The grass does not shine as bright green on our surrounding hills anymore. While some cold towns in the U.S. are buried by mountains of heavy white snow, here, in Prashanthagiri, a powerful hot sun hovers over the fields. Those dark green and brown…