year 1921
Dhaniya squatted in his fields,holding his head with his hands.his face was an exact replica of the landscape around him-barren cracked and pregnant with the expectation of rainfall.as the land had stubble of dead trees of yester years, he too had a stubble accentuated by the grave thoughts that seeped out of the pores in his skin.he wasn't too old ,just 23.however,his face had aged along with his ever aging  thoughts.people like him never had treasure chests,they always had tension chests.his mother had taken loan from the village moneylender to get him married.the day she did that ,she married him to a never ending cycle of viciousness.they couldn't have married below the standards  expected from their caste,so they had to arrange a ceremony which their empty grain sacks and bellies could never have afforded on their own.as a result he was oppressed under the weight which never eased up.the calculations done by the mahajan were immaculate and excruciating for him.on top of that their had been no rainfall in the past two years.that was as the village priest told all, the result of the sin that the villagers.to ensure rainfall they had to perform a sacrifice which left him with a still larger burden of debt but not a single drop of water from the heavens.yes,there were freedom fighters who were fighting for freedom of people like him but, were they?all they did was to increase the chaos and mayhem that further aggravated the plight of people like him.they said nothing to the mahajan because he funded both the Gora sahebs and the revolutionaries from money dished out from their stomachs and bleeding    bottoms.they did nothing even when he told them that the mahajan wanted his wife as a way of repaying what he had,and hadn't borrowed.he looked at the setting sun and thought that maybe his children or grandchildren will have it better then him.

year 2011
Mahesh sat in his living room holding his head.his life was a mess and he couldn't think of any possible way to clean it up.he had borrowed some money from the company where he was working for purchasing a new house.he had got the house but it was haunted with the ghost of his debt.his manager had fraudulently manipulated the figures and had dumped him into a deep ravine of abysmal proportions.his designs to start a n independent side  venture with investors was  thwarted due to the global financial crisis.his boss ,that filthy swine had suggested that he should also ask his wife to work as a secretary in the company so that he  may be able to pay back the debt with ease.he knew why he wanted that  and he despised the creep even more for it.on top of all that he was in a three year contract with the fiend.he couldn't hope for any respite from the government or the famous group against corruption because his boss held clout in both and funded both.that fabled movement did nothing but hinder the progress of his work.he looked at the oil painting of his grandfather and thought that how happy those simple ,uncomplicated and unfettered times were.