Reminscing the village mud kitchen.......

We had this mud-plastered kitchen in our village house.......
On festivals o feasts, savories were prepared there........

Or for preparing foods like fish curries........

Sitting by the woodfire, and having conversation with my mother, helping her with preparing the snacks was one of my happy, nostalgic memories....
When it rained the joy was higher.....

Indian poverty............

Extreme population and poverty is scourge of India.....

I saw this scenario in Howrah, Kolkata.....

People taking naps in the median of noisy, dusty, crowded road just outside teh busiest railway station.....

Now wonder, diseases like tuberculosis never go way from India.....