The dark stillness of the fields after sunset is broken by the brilliance of fire. On a patch of land, some two kilometres from the highway near Shahbad, a town in the Kurukshetra district of Haryana, a solitary farmer uses his pitchfork to scoop tufts of burning stubble and spread the fire. 바카라I have to burn the field today,바카라 he says. 바카라Tomorrow바카라s prediction shows rain. I had planned to not burn my field this year and employ labour to remove the stubble, but then came this warning. If the stubble gets wet in rain, I won바카라t be able to plant wheat next week!바카라 He politely declines to tell us his name. He doesn바카라t want to get into trouble. They바카라ve been imposing fines for crop burning.