Narrow paths and dusty roads lead us to a small house in Azad nagar, where the noise of television roared in the environment. When I knocked on the door, a lady with a very warm smile welcomed me, also signalling her son to reduce the volume.
Leading the pathway she requested me to sit near her so that I can watch her work while talking to her. She sat down in front of me and adjusting her sari she took into her hands a bamboo basket that had crushed tobacco leaves and tendu leaves.
Salma Bano is a beedi roller and part time farmer.
Aged 38, she has two sons and one daughter. Like most of the people in the colony, she married her daughter off as soon as she turned 18. And her sons, both of them have completed an under graduate degree and and now stay at home all day long.
“No jobs are there , these kids studied and now are unemployed.” Salma says still putting tobacco in the rectangular cut tendu leaves, rolling it and securing with a pink thread.
“It’s not much, but it’s okay to earn something rather than having nothing”, she says.