A banjaran sits in one corner of the bazar with her three children. Her head half covered with her pallu, she darts looks at everyone who passes by her. Asking for money, food from the nearby stalls, anything would do for her. She wants to stuff herself and then her three children up.

A ghagra with a wide wide circumference sits on her taut waist.. her naval visible, right above which is the choli that half covers her breasts.. the hooks undone, her half open breasts can feel the air gusts of wind blowing along with dust hanging.

A plastic cover floats in the air, bemusing her elder son.