“I hate clutter! I hate dirty streets! I hate open defecation! Do you agree, then how can you help to remove this from our country?”
Every morning, I travel to school through the streets of Delhi; streets which I can only observe through the lens of my school-bus window; streets which are still getting ready to face the bustle of the day; streets from which evidence of the previous day’s activity is only beginning to be swept away. One such street lies just before the entrance to my school. Housing a massive slum on its sides, the street plays host to the sad sight of little children, defecating on footpaths.
Each time I witness it, I think of the raging disparity between my situation and that of those little children; I think of why it is so and what I could do to change it. Each time, I draw a blank.