Living in desperate poverty in the outskirts of the city, amongst the poorest of the poor, this little girl picks through dumped waste for her family’s living. With no toilets, clean water, electricity or medical care, she survives in a makeshift tent at the fringes of Indian society on wasteland and “untouchable” by birth.
According to my local friend, I am probably the only person from outside this small Dalit community who has ever held her hand. She and the other children there made my visit a very special one; I won’t forget them.



























