The window of the bus ride to Jaipur today clearly gave me a vision of the gap between classes in India. Around one corner lay a man trying to fill his water bottle up from a puddle in the street where pigs are rummaging through the waste, a child squats in a pile of rubbish to do his business, streets are lined with garbage as kids play in empty fields behind it. There are small tents that are perched where I assume many call home, trying to provide their families with what little they have, of anything at all.
The next block contains houses with their front doors decorated for the upcoming festival. These buildings have the least decay I have seen in a while. They have driveways with cars and walls to fence their houses.
We turn the corner and we seem to now be in a market area. What the Indians call 'Bazaar'. Amongst the dirt pavements and stray dogs there is a wooden shack with a local woman crouching, watching the world go by. (I believe they sit in the crouch position to avoid touching the dirty ground with anything other then their feet). The woman looks very battered and worn. Seemingly the repercussions of a harsh life.
A small girl, barely 5, carries a jug of water on her head to her family washing some vegetables to sell. Others sit in groups sorting their crops to sell on the street. There are stalls with Bananas, potatoes, cauliflower and many other things.
It's hard to believe that in this country there are millionaires yet there are people that have nothing. It's a harsh reality seeing these poor living conditions.