I’m following Geeta* as she traipses swiftly across rubble from a construction site and moves in and out of lanes – far too swiftly for a small woman hoisting a two-and-a-half-year-old baby on her shoulder. I’m trying to keep up, with Geeta’s other daughter, this one nearly four, as she forms small fingers into a fist so I can close my hand around it like a ball.
“Is it much farther?” I ask, prompted by the rapidly depleting speed of the near four-year-old.

