The Farmer Who Woke Before the Sun
📅 Date :- 05 July, 2026
✍️ Laxman Katekar
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The Farmer Who Woke Before the Sun
In a village at the foot of a hill lived two young farmers, Vijay and Deepak. They had inherited equal patches of land, equally rocky, equally dry.
Vijay was full of promise. Everyone said he had the sharpest mind in the village. But Vijay spent his mornings in bed, waiting for the sun to climb high before he’d even open his eyes. And in the evenings, he sat with a group of men who did nothing but complain — about the government, about the rain, about their bad luck. Slowly, without noticing, Vijay began borrowing their despair. Their barren thinking took a mortgage on his fertile mind, and soon Vijay too believed nothing could be done. He worked when he felt like it, gave up when the soil turned hard, and blamed the drought for his empty granary.
Deepak had no more land, no more strength, and no more luck than Vijay. But Deepak rose long before the sun did. While the village still slept, he was already at the well, already breaking the hard earth with his spade. People passing by would say, “Deepak, why struggle so early? Even the sun hasn’t woken yet.” Deepak would smile and answer, “That’s exactly why I must rise first. I’d rather wake the sun than have it wake me and find me still lying down.”
The drought came hard that year. Deepak’s crops also withered in the first weeks, just like Vijay’s. But where Vijay sat down in defeat, Deepak dug a second well, then a third, further down the hillside, patiently, one basket of soil at a time. Neighbors mocked him — “Save your strength, it’s useless.” Deepak said nothing back. He simply kept working, morning after morning, refusing to let the bad season become a permanent debt on his spirit.
By late summer, Deepak’s third well struck a hidden spring. His fields turned green while the rest of the village still waited for rain. Vijay, watching from his own dry field, finally understood — his land had never truly failed him. His mind had. He had let barren voices borrow against his own fertile thinking, and the interest on that loan was years of his life.
The moral: A fertile mind pledged to barren thinking leaves a person forever in debt to despair. Those who rise and work before circumstances demand it move forward in life; those who wait for the world to stir them stay behind. And no matter how harsh the season, patience joined with steady effort will always, eventually, find its spring.
✍️ Laxman Katekar
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