Description
"Apke ghar light nai, humarey ghar moumbatti nai"
[your house has no electricity, we have no candles]
A man looks across the horizon whilst resting near his house built on a garbage landfill...
Like many villagers, he has moved to larger cities like Lahore to make a "fortune"...
His family fans themselves to sleep with discarded bakery boxes while he keeps an eye.
Those lucky enough to migrate with their domesticated animals, sell milk on the roads, promising a cure for every disease... Every disease except poverty...
Every night, a million dreams remain unfulfilled, as a million stomachs sleep emptily into the night, gnawing on whatever hope they have... The mornings are spent worrying, the afternoons are spent toiling, and worrying makes a comeback late in the night...