Charumati’s husband lay dead. Her son, Devan, clung to her, too young to fully understand what had happened. A dark pall settled over their future, and Charumati struggled to provide food and…
Surrounded by prison walls, Sabrang looked at the blank page and clutched the pen. The words he’d heard on the radio beckoned for him to ask questions. He used the words he…
The small hut’s bamboo poles supported a thin plastic roof that attempted to provide shelter for the family sleeping fitfully beneath its cover. It failed. Rain dripped steadily through the poorly constructed…
