Moving Gods
Kartikey Sehgal
Journalism can be tough; especially when the issues you stand for stand right outside your door.
On the road outside the office of a newspaper, there were homeless people, scattered, in small groups-many of them migrants.
The children were almost naked but the Gods were in place; provision made for their residence on the brick wall.
A little further stood a tall building and at its base there were more migrants under the shade of some trees. The tree is the saviour and it shades even the Gods.