Small campground at the edge of the city was long awake. Drums by the road indicated that traveling musicians settled here. Not for long- month or two at most, or until government officials make them move out. Then they will go to the next town… then next…
Friendly gestures inviting into their temporary homes were coming from quite few tents. Tea and chapati were offered in every house I walked in. Saying that “only a poor man’s door is always open” is perfectly true! Not having even a bare minimum and be able to share it without asking anything in return is truly amazing! It touches me every time, deep.
Temporary home in Bikaner