It was the middle of July, and I sat on a concrete floor covered in woven carpet, joined by many women wearing brightly colored saris. Each woman was a member of a farmer producer organization (FPO) called the Mahila Umang…

Growing up on a small farm in Upstate New York, I always knew agriculture as a labor of love, one of recognizing cows by their personality and determining the season based on what was being harvested. As I grew up…