It’s a hot afternoon and Narayana is standing at the edge of his one-acre field. He wades in, toes squishing in the mud, to the patch where rice stems have been flattened and lie on their sides. Wild winds and rains a week earlier loosened the culms from the soil, knocked down the stems in patches, their panicles pregnant with greenish yellow spikelets. The damaged patches amount to half an acre. He bends down to his task, collecting the stems and tillers and ties them into sheaves so