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I was living with my husband’s family at that time. My daughter Ruby was three and my son Mohsin was about eight months old. That night my husband was away…

Laccho-bai sits in the door of her house, cradling a garment that belonged to her daughter. She’s speaking, but what she’s saying, no one can tell. She breaks into song,…

Photo taken by Raghu Rai I call her my adopted mother, she says I am her daughter and that I’ll be there for her whenever she needs me. I just…

Saira’s story seems unique in the depth and savagery of its misfortune. But in another way it is a miracle. How did an unwanted, unloved child, brought up in hunger,…

The life and death of a mad Bhopali child Sunil, for much of your short life, you believed that people were coming to murder you. ‘I guess I’m mad,’ you’d…