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[CM@Nangla]

Thursday, March 30th
Nangla Maachi
Suraj

Everyone is lost in the rhythm of a drum beat today. Someone is busy
packing, someone is sitting near the samaan. All around, things are being
packed, things are being broken. And things are being chosen and picked up
from what has been broken. Children are collecting scrap metal and buying
ice-cream in exchange for it.

Some people are thinking of leaving, others plan to stay here a few days
– like ice cream sellers, gram sellers, scrap dealers, etc.

Some are looking at the road, hope in their eyes. And some are sitting in
their houses, their dreams and desires shrinking from around them into
their eyes.

It takes many kinds of people, many kinds of small environments, to come
together and make a dwelling. But in this time of sadness, everyone is
looking alike. The same kind of household things, the same kind of wishes
for the present, and they will gather all these and move to a new place now.

After so much has happened, the streets and lanes are still intact. Some
children, playing, and some women cooking, can still be seen in the lanes.

Many people have emptied their house. But they have left their shadows on
the walls. Each wall tells of who lived by it, with it – what kinds of
stubbornness and desires they lived with. It's as if this remains printed
on the walls.

Suraj,

CM Lab, Nangla Maanchi

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It quenches the thirst of the thirsty, 
Such is Nangla,
It shelters those who come to the city of Delhi, 
Such is Nangla. 
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