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It’s a country of extremes. I chose one of the oldest streets in Delhi, Chandni Chowk, where hundreds of men were waiting for their only meal of the day at 6 a.m. Trucks delivered the food, paid for by a private institution sponsored by 300 Sikh families.
Piles of freshly made chapattis waiting in a truck to be delivered while people are waking up on the pavement. In the far background the Red Fort, where the Mughal rulers used to live. It’s hard to accept that the Indian government prefers to invest in a nuclear program when there’s not enough food for the country’s people. But these guys really try to help. That’s what I find so stunning in India, the soft side next to the hard side.