Finding Your Healing — The Farm & The Soil

Six years ago, I returned to my family’s farm.

Ironically, I was still an outsider.

Even though I was born here. Even though I am the seventh generation on this land.

Land remembers. People do too.

And when you come back after living a different life, the village watches you quietly. They wait to see whether you belong — or whether you are simply visiting.

So I started doing the only thing I could: I slowed down.

In cities we talk a lot today about mindfulness, mental wellbeing, healing, and reconnecting with nature.

In rural India, these words rarely exist. But the practice of them lives in people’s daily rhythm.

The slow mornings. The unhurried conversations. The silent observation of seasons. The understanding that soil, animals, trees and humans are not separate things.

This place taught me empathy. It taught me resilience and hope. And most importantly, it taught me love.

When you spend enough time watching seeds germinate, crops grow, and land regenerate, something quietly begins to change inside you as well.

Over time, I stopped trying to prove that I belonged here.

And something beautiful happened.

The place began to accept me.

Or perhaps I understood something deeper:

You don’t love a place. A place loves you back.

It shows its affection in ways only nature knows how.

Through the bloom and fragrances of flowers. Through birds that return every season and fill the morning with their conversations. Through the soft hum of insects in the evening fields. Through the wind that carries the scent of soil after irrigation.

Slowly, I stopped being a visitor.

And one day something else happened.

I became “Chachu.”

Not just for the kids.

But for the entire village — including the elderly.

People, in particular children, started dropping by the farm. Some came out of curiosity. Some came to learn. Some just wanted to sit under the 100+ year old mango tree, some play and some to just swim in the pond.

And everyone began calling me Chachu.

That moment mattered more than I realized.

Because it meant I was no longer being seen through the lens of my heritage, surname, or family history.

I was simply me.

No pressure to live up to anything. No expectation to carry forward a legacy in a particular way.

Just a human being sharing space with other humans.

And I chose this life for myself.

Looking back today, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude to the universe.

The universe has a strange way of responding to sincere intentions.

It brings the right people. The right opportunities. The right lessons.

So today, I simply want to say thank you.

To the visitors who come here and carry stories back with them. To the customers who trust food grown with care. To the farmers who continue to teach me every single day. To the partners, institutions, and agencies that support this ecosystem. And to people like you and me who believe that another way of living is possible.

This place is still healing.

The soil is restoring itself. Biodiversity is slowly returning. Life is quietly finding its balance again.

And now, as we slowly scale our work and expand operations, I carry a deeper responsibility.

I have promises to keep.

My responsibility is simple:

To ensure the sanctity of this land remains intact. To make sure that as we grow, we do not disrupt what has only just begun to restore and heal. And to continue learning from the quiet wisdom of rural India.

Because sometimes the greatest lessons in life arrive not through speed, but through stillness.

Bhima Kamat – Natural Farming & Research

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