On the ground in karratha, a lot of kids are dying for some of our best milk,” says Shweta Mehta

On the ground in karratha, a lot of kids are dying for some of our best milk,” says Shwetanatyasastra.com Mehta. Her son is now five.

But as Mehta tells her story to people in karratha – especially in the villages that lie next to the highway – it’s not easy to tell the truth.

The locals who are told there is a cow festival and she should go to a cow pen for a cup of milk.

Then they see her taking her son back to her parents. The farmer says he isn’t going to feed it.

“Her mother is not listening,” says one man whose wife is pregnant.

It is only these villages that we hear from. There are reports of the milk being sold to the highest bidder. In one story, even the owner gets a 10 per cent commission. In another, even the cow has been given a name so the children can have a milking celebration.

“We were talking 바카라about this in January last year. All the women here, they are all mothers and children. Now they are going crazy and asking us to raise milk on the cow that is coming from the cow pen,” says the farmer, who asked not to be named.

Even the government cannot ignornatyasastra.come the milk problem. “They don’t give it to us. Our farmers say they cannot afford it. And that’s when we give them cows instead. Even if we raise it for three weeks, then we bring it back,” says a farmer who doesn’t want to be named.

We then visit Kharende village, across the highway from Kanchipur. In Kharende one of our best and oldest milk producers, Lijendra Gopal, has put up stalls in his field to sell his milk to customers.

Gopal said cows in these regions are fed the highest amount of milk in the world. Some farmers are even spending lakhs on cow-milk formula or even getting cows, which are kept in pen to milk their own cows for their cow’s milk.

But they say it would be dangerous if the cows were loaded onto trucks for a trip to market.

“I’m not buying from these farmers. We give all we have and they sell the milk to me. Then we take it and sell it,” he says.

We follow him along a winding path down the hills to the cows pens at Kharende village where cows were sold off to market, usually withou