for the children is wrapped in wonder, for the elders it is a means of survival. In the light of the above statement, write and acoount of the life and activities of the rag pickers settled in seemapuri.
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Seemapuri is a place on the periphery of Delhi, yet miles away from it metaphorically. Squatters who came from Bangladesh way back in 1971 live here. Saheb’s family is one of them. Seemapuri was then a wilderness. It still is, but it is no longer empty. Nearly 10,000 ragpickers live there in structures of mud, with roofs of tin and tarpaulin. These shanties are devoid of sewage, drainage or running water. These people have lived there for more than thirty years without an identity or permit. They have got ration cards that enable them to buy grains and get their names on voters’ lists. For them food is more important for survival than an identity. The women put on tattered saris. They left their fields as they gave them no grain. They pitch their tents wherever they find food. Ragpicking is the sole means of their survival.
It has acquired the proportions of a fine art for them. Garbage to them is gold. It provides them their daily bread and a roof over the heads. Most of the barefoot ragpickers roam the streets early in the morning and finish their activities by noon. They seem to carry the plastic bag lightly over their shoulders. They are clothed in discoloured shirts and shorts and denied the opportunity of schooling.
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Seemapuri is a place in the periphery of Delhi. Those who live here are the squatters who came from Bangladesh back in 1971. Seemapuri was a wilderness then. It still is, but not empty. Structures made of mud, with roofs of tin or tarpaulin, devoid of sewage, drainage, and free running water live 10000 ragpickers. They have lived here for more than 30 years with no identity and permit but have ration cards enough to get them into voter's id and enable them to buy grain. Food is more important than identity.
Wherever they find food, they pitch their tents, which become their transit homes. Children grow up in them becoming partners in survival. Ragpicking, through the years, has acquired the proportions of a fine art. Garbage to them is gold. It is their daily bread, a roof over their heads, even if it is a leaking roof.
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