It doesn’t take much rain to deluge the road in Delhi. The road leading to one of our communities in Delhi’s slums is waterlogged after a short shower. Mercy and a couple of volunteers take a tuk-tuk to cross the…
Didi is here
Thumpa didi grabs my arm and herds me down an alley and through a crowd of men. I am wary, but certainly curious. The air is heavy with the smell of alcohol fused with incense, sweat and sewage. The lanes…