-IPS News BELLARY, India: HuligeAmma, a Dalit woman in her mid-forties, bends over a Sewing machine, carefully running the needle over the hem of a shirt. Sitting nearby is Roopa, her 22-year-old daughter, who reads an amusing message on her cell phone and laughs heartily. The pair leads a simple yet contented life – they subsist on half a dollar a day, stitch their own clothes and participate in schemes to educate...
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Progressing, stitch by stitch -Usha Rai
-The Hindu Rural women sew their way to empowerment, thanks to the Silai Schools. Saroj Namdev, 36, of Satlapur village, Raisen district of Madhya Pradesh, is a housewife and mother of three. She struggled to provide her children food and education on her husband's small income. Then he lost his job and the family was reduced to penury. This pushed her out of her cocooned existence to become an entrepreneur. Saroj,...
More »Dharavi's grit-Coming soon to an app store near you -MarishaThakur
-DNA Algebra and English have been just some of the stumbling blocks for the young girls of Dharavi. But that didn't stop them from developing prototype apps to resolve the daily problems that plague their neighbourhood, finds Marisha Karwa Sapna's hair is neatly parted at the centre, each side braided into a double plait, tightly held in place at the top by red, organza ribbons. The Class 9 student of Mahim's...
More »Waiting for a job, differently-abled athlete thinks ‘suicide is a way out’ -Shoumojit Banerjee
-The Hindu Pune: An impotent anxiety grips Indira Gaikwad as she hobbles on her crutches in her matchbox house in the mean tenements in the city's Rasta Peth area. A former State-level disabled sports champion, Indira, at 43, is fast approaching the deadline (of 45 years) for differently abled sportspersons aspiring to a government job. Crushed by the financial burdens of looking after her 75-year-old ailing mother, the post-dated promises of goodwill...
More »Cradle. Now, grave -Soumik Dey
-The Week Manorama Online Broken hearts float down the Bhakra Main Line canal. Broken by the endless struggle with the land, with the weather, with the creditor. Broken by broken promises, broken by the honour they lost, broken enough to kill themselves. And, at the sluice gate at Khanauri village they slow down, looking up with unseeing eyes. And, from the bridge across the canal, the beating hearts they broke look...
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