The only background score one hears, beyond an occasional bird call, is that of women sploshing across the flooded paddy fields planting green baby saplings. And then five women bursting into a Bihu song, spontaneously.
It is July, or the month of Aahar in the Assamese calendar, the first day of paddy transplantation, called Nobhui. A day of new paddy saplings, literally. The sun in Hira Saikia’s field in Salaguri Gaon in Titabor still feels harsh on the skin, the air humid, and task on hand, backbreaking. Four friends of Hira Saikia, 52, have come to help her on this first day of the season. Gunita Saikia, 50, is an ASHA worker in the village. Aruna Bora, 55 is a cook who prepares mid-day meals for school children. Bristiparna Sonowal, 35, once a member of the panchayat and Nomi Saikia, 35, a cultivator and homemaker. All the women cultivate paddy on their own little piece of land that helps sustain their families. On another day, Hira will be helping one of them.






