NCRB counts only the final, desperate act with a police report, bhai, but misses the slow suicide of watching your tubewell cough dust. It misses the shame in a farmer's eyes when his son sends money from Gurgaon. In my own fields, the data does not see the dead earth where my father grew wheat, only the final moment a man gives up. That is the deeper tragedy.
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