The nonchalant littering of the Indian people appalls me. At Savandurga there was a litter everywhere. If you’re ever afraid you’ve strayed from the trail, just look for plastic trash, it will lead the way. Littering is done very nonchalantly, seemingly with the attitude “out of sight, out of mind.”
The man who cleans our apartment comes Saturday morning to take the trash out. Sometimes the bursting black bags pile up near the door, then it’s cleared away. But where does it go? I have never seen a dumpster, just piles. I think I once saw a garbage truck but I can’t be sure. Who is burning my refuse? 