Friday, 8th October 2008
West Bengal, IndiaKirin was pleased to be taking a refreshing shower out in the back yard even if the water was cold. It was a makeshift arrangement constructed by Luke a few days earlier when he had woken early one morning. Some well-placed wooden slats forming a cubicle gave it a semblance of respectability and above Kirin’s head he had fitted an old rusty sprinkler head to a length of hose. The other end was attached to a plastic sack that he had filled with rainwater, caught in one of the animal troughs surrounding the farm. The air was muggy as the bright morning sunshine lifted the early morning dew from the surrounding fields. The time was approaching seven-thirty as Luke came outside, ducking his head below the top of the doorframe, carrying two cups of co
