okhla
i am no better than this locality built on silt. i know it, and i despise it. i've heard stories. and theories. how the rich and the 'pure' kind keeps shoving its trash down the mouths of these kids. how the river (now a rivulet) was impelled to its end. how the most common agent of death here is fire. (maybe they should start making petite firetrucks.) ive seen mesmerising golden mansions lined with gooey sewers. ive seen the big brothers slouched on the recliners of their comfort. repugnant. disgusting. swines. i am no better than these suffocating, exploitative rooms and their horrible, dim lights. i know it. i despise it.
