Utilizing institutional services and skilled care during childbirth has been...
हमाल भाइयों का आंदोलन किस लिए?
'आवाज दो हम एक है... 'हम हमारा अधिकार मांगते, नहीं किसी से भीख मांगते', 'हमाल...
Mautana: Dilemma Of A Dead Body
Tribal culture is the primitive culture of prehistoric era. Today, tribal...
Dalsinghsarai: A Place Allowing Me To Challenge Myself
I was standing alongside a brown stray dog, both of us patiently waiting on...
Lanji’s Quest For Education And A Better Life
Based on a narration by Lanji Majhi We all have had some old person trying to...
My Friend Azzli
I opened the door of our Drop-in Centre and found a short-statured dusky...
Working With Minimum Resources, With Those Who Have Nothing
Picture by Mahir Bhatt, a 2017 fellow Trigger Warning: This is a case of...
Of Windmills And Women
“I ask you to leave your home, the clothes you wear, the family you love, and...
What Is A Fair Wage?
I had an insightful conversation with our organisation’s—Innovators in Health—driver last month. He was going on a leave to finish some paperwork the next day. The High Court in Bihar had reiterated a judicial order by the Supreme Court of India with explicit...
Camel Tales
The camel was dead, apparently it slipped off a narrow muddy path and went sliding down into a large ditch. As the rains pounded Surajgarh, the ditch got filled with water and the camel unable to drag itself out, drowned in this ditch. Dalu Gameti had allowed...
Painting Hope Through Rogan Art
Craftsmanship is the spine of India’s non-farming rural economy. However, it continues to remain an unorganized sector with its market prospective unused. It isc ommon to hear about at least one master craftsman who is forced to give up his craft in exchange for a...
Letters To Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi : Part 4
The Mandi And Modern Supply Chains Dear Gandhi It’s been 150 years since you have returned from South Africa to propose your decentralized and localized economic models; and your nation is still obsessed with the same old imperialistic ideas of free trade and...
Episodic Empowerment
It started raining heavily all of a sudden. It wasn’t supposed to, in mid-November. The scooter I had borrowed from a co-worker kept threatening to skid on the muddy roads. Every time we nearly fell down my heart would skip a beat, and I am sure hers did too. We were...
Pahaadi Measurement Of Time And Distance
My T-shirt and the only surviving pair of jeans (I have lost a lot of weight, thankfully!) had stains all over them and I was staring and scraping at them while trying to hold a conversation. I had not been involved in a fight nor had come after playing around in the...