Ajji, can I have some water?... Just a few drops will do, Ajji. With the searing sky above and the blistering earth below, like cactus the people of this parched terrain are determined to stay alive. Emaciated children scurry along, dejected farmers pawn their ploughs, weary women sleep on empty stomachs... Would those perishing now have died anyway? Or is hunger calling them away prematurely? Filled with social concern, Satisha, the...