On the misty morning of February 21, the protesting farmers were gathered at the Shambhu and Khanauri borders, waiting for the skies to clear and preparing to break through the barricades to march to Delhi. Among them was Shubhkaran Singh, 22, a contractual farmer from Bathinda. He went to an elderly farmer and asked for a glass of water. “Jiththe marange, uththe jitange (I will fight till my last breath),” Singh told the farmer. These were his last words.