Whispers

Manual scavenging, one of most abominable realities that exist in our country today. The human excreta from dry latrines which scavengers carry and clean. Manual scavenging today, continued in various parts of India, where there is no proper sewage systems or safe facial sludge mangement practices. It is a pure tragedy for a country that is over seven decades into its independence, that a section of population still earn their living by cleaning human excreta. It is even more painful to imagine the exploitation and humiliation that manual scavengers are subjected to. The right to be free from manual scavenging is an economic, social and cultural rights. Digging through the layers of manual scavenging in India. There is a deep-rooted social stigmas attached to it. The issue to has an untold casteist angle to itself. This job has been a "forced labour and slavery" since Dalits has to take up this sure to their discrimination and debt bondage. Movements like Swachh

Pretext : Every grain tells a story. "Sand is apparently mundane everyday material," says Welland. I found extra ordinary about an individual grain can take you on. SAND. It's everywhere, even in places you don't expect. It's infact, the most abandoned thing in this planet. It's actually more important solid substance because without sand, we have no modern civilization. Poem : "Little grain of sand, It's golden touch upon my hand Slips from my grasp as if it was never meant for me, There is certainty only in the knowledge that time That shifting sands of time, that shakes with the echo off each previous version For good or ill, all that stands against it, Try to shield eyes already written to their limit." Anecdote : The ocean breeze flows gently towards me. The salty air slids through my lungs when I inhale. This trip is not for playing in the water. But to but built a kingdom of sand. I watch the land and prepare for the construction that I lo