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Rice planting. Nepal
Vibe checking. Nepal
I was curious about a source on this because OP has it tagged as “india,” while the two comments above affirm it as Nepal.
Interestingly, reverse image search brought up this photo, which appears to be a capture of the exact same moment, just from a different angle:
Nepalese farmers throw mud at each other in a paddy field in Tau-Daha village on the outskirts of Kathmandu on June 29, 2010. The farmers are celebrating National Paddy Day on ‘Asar 15’ of the Nepali calendar as the annual rice planting season begins. AFP PHOTO/Prakash MATHEMA
Two more photos of continued vibe checking, also from Prakash Mathema [1] [2]
And a personal favourite from 2018 (in Lele village):
the sexiest thing a woman can be is a cringe fujoshi with a very serious day job
one day, i hope to be moved from your downloads folder into somewhere more deliberate
you know when you're a kid and you're like "i hate broccoli!" and then you avoid that shit for 20 years until someone makes you try some exquisitely sautéed tenderstem and it's the best shit ever and you realise your parents just don't know how to cook broccoli? this is roughly how i feel about poetry
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