A torn packet of chips, an empty milk pouch, a crumpled detergent wrapper and a sticky toffee cover — the everyday remains of a Delhi household — lie tangled together in a white sack the size of a person. Nargis Bi unties the mouth of the bag and tips it over to a plot of land in northwest Delhi’s Bhalswa Diary, lined with such sacks. A sour smell rises. Without gloves or a mask, she reaches in. She was 8 then.

Source: The Hindu March 08, 2026 10:04 UTC