Mail Sunday: The farmers, faces wizened and browned from hours in the harsh Gujarati sun, lower a bucket into a well. It`s a solid-brick cylinder 100ft deep. The sun is high in the sky, beating down on the scorched earth. In the baked fields, maize and cotton have been planted. But none of the crops look very healthy. Leaves are wilted and tinged brown. Nothing has been watered for months. Radha, a tough, sinewy widow and the only female farmer here, says that the well, which draws from deep …