Convert P to P₂O₅: P₂O₅ = P × 2.27 = 10 × 2.27 = 22.7 kg/ha Convert K to K₂O: K₂O = K × 1.20 = 20 × 1.20 = 24 kg/ha Now, Urea = (80 ÷ 0.46) = 173.9 kg/ha TSP = (22.7 ÷ 0.46) = 49.3 kg/ha MP = (24 ÷ 0.60) = 40 kg/ha For 2 acres (2 × 0.4047 = 0.809 ha): Urea = 173.9 × 0.809 = 140.7 kg TSP = 49.3 × 0.809 = 39.9 kg MP = 40 × 0.809 = 32.4 kg
I remember the days I was happy like its yesterday,
Your smile is brighter than the sun every morning,
Your soft soothing skin caressing my face as you wake me up,
I remember it all.
I miss the joy that filled my heart whenever I was around you,
I miss the moments we used to laugh at your silly jokes,
I miss your unconditional love for us,
You left a void in our hearts with your sudden departure,
Without warning, you left us confused,
For days we kept hoping that maybe you’d come back to us,
Keeping your memories alive in our minds,
Now it has been years and your memories are fading away,
I’m guilty that I can’t hold on to the happiness I used to have,
If only I could see you one last time,
And feel your soft touch one last time,
To see your bright smile one last time,
Your hearty laugh one last time,
Nothing will make me happier than to find you beside me again.
Your loss filled my heart with jealousy,
Jealous of the happy people around me,
Jealous that I’ll never be happy again,
I have had to carry this burden every day,
I miss you, dear mother.
A spark was lit by words unseen,
A gift that spoke: “We see your dream.”
From passion’s pulse to purpose found,
Your faith in me — a strength profound.
Beyond the screen, your kind surprise,
Turned quiet effort into rise.
With every post, each crafted line,
You gave my story space to shine.
Thank you, BSMe2e, for seeing me —
For turning small steps to possibility.
In pages yet unwritten, know this truth:
Your belief became my muse.
Field preparation is the first and one of the most important steps in crop production. The main objectives are: 1. To Create a Suitable Seedbed Ensures proper seed germination. Provides soft, moist, and well-aerated soil for seedling emergence. 2. To Improve Soil Structure Breaks clods and compacts soil layers. Enhances water infiltration and root penetration. 3. To Control Weeds Destroys existing weeds by tillage or ploughing. Reduces weed competition with the crop. 4. To Incorporate Organic Matter and Fertilizers Mixes compost, manure, or chemical fertilizers uniformly in the soil. Enhances soil fertility and microbial activity. 5. To Manage Soil Moisture Helps conserve moisture in dry areas. Improves drainage in waterlogged fields. 6. To Eliminate Pests and Pathogens Exposure of pests to sunlight or predators. Disturbing pest habitats reduces future crop damage. 7. To Level the Land Ensures uniform irrigation and avoids waterlogging. Facilitates even growth of crops. 8. To Improve Aeration Enhances oxygen supply to plant roots and soil microbes. 9. To Minimize Soil Erosion Proper leveling and bunding reduce water runoff and soil loss.
A normal morning — laughter as soft as the dawn,
Fresh uniforms, dreams tucked away with care in bags,
Sparkling eyes with promise for the morning after,
Light feet on the journey to the air.
Children who drew airplanes in their books,
Whose souls hummed to the rhythm of engines,
Had taken that flight as boarding hope,
Not aware that hope falls from the sky, too.
Parents at the pane, waving,
Smiles as warm as sun on schoolyard grounds
Unknowing those waves were last goodbyes,
Or the blue sky would claim so much love.
The aircraft departed, a silver bird against morning clouds,
But dreams break sooner than wings,
And prayers screamed up into soundless heaven,
Sometimes find no place to touch down.
When the news arrived, time stood still —
Phones ringing, voices shattering, hearts breaking.
Mothers collapsed to the floor, fathers stared at walls,
Brothers and sisters grasped at thin air
Wishing it weren’t so, to wind the clocks back.
Empty desks in Milestone halls,
Names still spoken in trembling roll calls,
Lunchboxes unopened, books uncompleted,
As if the children might return to claim them.
The taste of burnt metal remains in memory,
But more destruction is in living hearts:
The empty chairs at dinner tables,
Birthdays shrouded in sorrow,
Report cards always blank, diplomas never reached.
In the vacant spots of classrooms,
Friends write to ghosts,
Fingers following the outline of faces
Smiling only in pictures now.
The black box might inform us how,
But never why,
Nor bring back laughter echoing
Down Milestone’s shining halls.
And in sleep, parents hear the noise,
Of small shoes racing down empty houses,
And shadows spring by bedroom doors,
Before waking with hurt sharp as loss.
They were merely children —
With poems unwritten, loves unspoken,
Tomorrows gone to metal and flame.
Wings that flew in hope,
And never returned.