The news of the mother dying from starvation and thirst aboard a 36 hour journey that ended in Muzzafarpur has tested my threshold for heartbreak yet again. Lately, this threshold is being tested every single day. And I don’t know where to go with all the heartbreak and anger that comes from it.
It’s another grim, shameful day, and I’m at a loss for words. And this too has been happening, every single day, lately.
One year ago: Bangalore showers
Two years ago: For you will still be here, but your dreams may not
Four years ago: Odd days like today