Response to Dharavi

A fog of humidity, flies, and trashhangs over me. My eyes shake from malnutrition to sewage to the color of blood. Every cell in my body is breaking. Guilt hangs within my chest. My stomach churns in hopelessness. Pity, Dirt, Hunger, Sadness – no, no – look for hope. Dignity, Smiles, Working Hands – is that hope? Please, let it be hope. Stop simplifying Stop romanticizing The complexity Their reality