An expression of the complicated relationship that the “mainland” shares with the north-east, sparked off when Ngo te kher – a bracelet of beads – travelled to the mainland and found itself a place, first at a mela and then on the wrists of a few tens. A poem by Shraddha Vinod Kutty.
A tough life in a city not her own. A life where she doesn’t know how much money she will have by the end of the day. And yet, a ready smile on the face. Shraddha Vinod Kutty talks about a migrant lady cobbler she met in 2010, and her perseverance and fighting spirit despite staring down the face of poverty.