SARI’S AND BEGGARS
When I travelled to India, many years ago, I found myself in a squalid, forsaken world. Traffic sped by perilously. They were too fast to be safe, but too slow to get anywhere.
It was gut wrenching to see neglected, grubby children laying on the ground at my feet. They were everywhere. Mounds of bedding, people rolled up inside, sleeping through it all, the sounds, the smells. The place seemed to swallow people up. I was stifled by the heat and choking on the smog. And there I was in the middle of a nation of multi coloured sari’s and dirty, crippled beggars.
I LEFT MY HEART IN INDIA
Dalits (Untouchables) are trapped into fixed social orders, from which it’s impossible to escape.
Many upper-caste Indians simply walk past the starving and sick Dalits.
As alien as this land is, travellers cannot help, but fall in…
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