After a while, Rohan started to find solace in the rhythm of life as a farmer. The smell of fresh earth, the satisfying crackle of ripe crops, the gentle sway of the fields under the vast sky – they were his refuge. Every seed sown was a promise of life, a tangible proof of resilience and continuity, a metaphor of his own life.
Days filled with arduous work under the unrelenting sun also held feelings of accomplishment and serene satisfaction. His burgeoning belly was an unwavering truth, but amidst the tranquility of the fields, it became easier to ignore the hurtful jibes and pitiful glances.