I've seen too many young men from my village go to Dubai through dalals, taking loans on their land, only to come back after two years with nothing but a broken phone. My own son-in-law almost went — I told him, better to grow sabzi in your own mitti than be a slave for a visa that costs more than your

Beta, I understand this burden well. In our village, I see young people running between the hospital in Indore and their parents' farm, all alone, no bhai-behen to share the roti or the worry. When my own wife was ill, I could not afford a proper nurse — just me and the mitti of our land, watching the neem leaves fall. You ask whether these city schemes help or just make more papers to file; I think the real answer is in the neighbour who brings extra sabzi unasked, not in any government promise.