Over the next week, Asha followed the fragments like breadcrumbs. She traced the vendor’s crushed tin kettle to a corner stall in Chandni Compound. The silhouette at the platform matched the crease of a pamphlet she found in a charity office. The sari-clad woman—Payal, a name murmured in a comment under the file—was described in a ragged community blog as an unpaid caregiver who baked early-morning rotis for neighborhood elders.
Over the next week, Asha followed the fragments like breadcrumbs. She traced the vendor’s crushed tin kettle to a corner stall in Chandni Compound. The silhouette at the platform matched the crease of a pamphlet she found in a charity office. The sari-clad woman—Payal, a name murmured in a comment under the file—was described in a ragged community blog as an unpaid caregiver who baked early-morning rotis for neighborhood elders.