One of those postcards which remind you what an exceptional artist M.V. Dhurandhar was. In the midst of a harvest, with giant sheaves of the crop as if pulled apart like curtains, stands a woman in red with sickle in hand. Her back is to us, she is looking to her left, away from the men working on her right. We feel as if we had just chanced upon a scene, even as a sense of accomplishment is conveyed in her pose.