Dust, despair and broken promises
The hot oil begins to sizzle as Sarojamma, 42, a daily wage earner, lights her stove in the courtyard of her hut to make bajjis (fritters) for her two children aged 12 and 14. She squints, checking the frying pan for any specks of ash, and deftly flicks one away with her finger. Sarojamma lives…
