The slum I am working in made it on top of page 5.
Not so good. However muesli and guava juice.
Mrs Rajasthani snorts.
Only in Delhi.
Hindi and I. It is a story of many dark spots
and only very little light. Uff.
No one can say, she didn’t make her point clear.
On Wednesdays I teach at JNU.
Here, politics do matter.
Kafka matters and I hope I do not loose
the key. I am very good at loosing things.
Well, Kafka and his readers
Back in the slum the women try to repair
generators. It’s always the women doing so.
Pouring Rain. The rickshaw driver curses
the gods and the traffic.
I feed my favorite cow. Her calf was born just
a few days ago. She loves bananas.
Dinner is ready, says Mrs Rajasthani.
You better hurry up!
Many more pictures of the same day you will find here.