Thursday, 14th October 2008
Shantytown, Outskirts of DelhiThey reached their shelter at about six o’clock and the old woman they’d met the day before was again sweeping her floor. Seeing them approach, she stopped and asked Kirin if her man could fill her water pots again. Luke listened to her cackling voice and waited patiently for an interpretation. As she finished, Kirin turned around laughing and told him he was back on water duty. He grabbed the pots and headed off in the direction of the taps; he wanted to get the chore done so that they could get down to the real business of analyzing the day’s findings.
As he stood filling the pots, he saw a military truck parked across the road that bordered the shanty town. The canvas flaps were down at the rear but when a light gust of breeze
