Krara
👩 🌾 Introduction: Sounds from the Fields of Krara My name is Clara. My voice may not be as familiar as the clamor of a car in a big city, but it is a familiar one to the sound of leaves fluttering, ploughing, and green frogs chirping at night. I was born and raised here... in a small village surrounded by green rice fields as far as the eye can see. This rural life has taught me how to live a simple but strong life. Sunlight is not meant to hurt the skin, but it is meant to allow rice in the fields to grow. Water is not just for drinking, but for life that nourishes crops, and the land on which I stand is not just a place to live, but a classroom and a life bank for my family. I am not just a housewife, or just a farmer's daughter, but part of a cycle that has to go with nature. Every morning. I wake up before the sun rises to prepare food and go to work in the fields, or sometimes I go out to hunt for seasonal wild things. Life may not be sprinkled with rose petals. But in the midst of those challenges, Community is the most important driving force. We are not alone here. Everyone knows each other and is ready to lend a helping hand when they arrive.
About Krara
👩 🌾 Introduction: Sounds from the Fields of Krara My name is Clara. My voice may not be as familiar as the clamor of a car in a big city, but it is a familiar one to the sound of leaves fluttering, ploughing, and green frogs chirping at night. I was born and raised here... in a small village surrounded by green rice fields as far as the eye can ...Read more