cow-dung-cake-fuel

It is cold even in Delhi. On the fields just behind where we are staying the woman and girls of the village are spreading the daily collected cow dung cakes out to dry. In the nights they are burning those together with the trash of the day, which makes for a very unhealthy cocophony of plastic and organic smell in the air in the night. They have no choice unlike we in the “developed world” who could so something about this planet going up in smoke.