Dhrangadhra smelled of fresh and sweet air that morning. The signs of incessant rainfall from the day before were quite apparent. The previously dusty dry lanes seemed to have now developed vast puddles. I was being accompanied by one of my unit staff members from Prayas to the house of the Milaap borrower we were scheduled to meet. Walking seemed to be a difficult task, because the chances of slipping and landing right into the puddle were huge. I took careful steps while side-stepping the puddles, but unavoidably ended up splattering my feet with mud all over.
Sayraben in her newly constructed home