One evening, Ganga Reddy’s men set fire to the village grain bank. As the flames licked the sky, Bala Krishna walked through the inferno. He picked up a single burning grain of paddy.
He looks at the horizon and says, “No, child. I am just a farmer who got very, very angry.”
The final shot: Bala Krishna, plowing the first field of the new harvest. A little girl asks him, “Sir, are you a god?”