A group of villagers gather under a deepening sky along a dirt track that winds its way through houses made of clay, brick and mud. The men are assembled near the road, the women in their colourful saris and ghoonghat sit side-by-side in front of a house; inside, hens mill about. The children sit off to one side—curious, attentive and playful—while a group of outs𒀰iders and I sit opposite them with our backs to a neighbouring house’s wall. Together, we all form a semi-circle of sorts, waiting for a discussion to begin.
