The Sundarbans? Like a wall of green, bhai. When the storm comes roaring, those mangrove roots hold the soil tight, break the waves' anger. But the wall is getting thin now, less trees mean more salt water comes to our fields.
My own paddy—last season, half the yield. The water turned brackish, the earth is tired. They talk of protection, but what protects us from hunger? Even the tigers move closer, and we are the ones who must move.
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