"She tells me her name is Anjalai — like some in this part of India, she goes by only one name — and says she's got the most basic setup: a woven blue mat laid out on a patch of dirt by the side of the street."
"I ask her, 'What's it like to sleep in this spot?'"
"Her smile fades."
"'It's difficult', says Anjalai. 'There's so much noise from vehicles coming through.'"
The traffic isn't the half of it. People have tapped the power lines to hook up televisions right on the street — the blare echoes late into the night. Drunks wander by, shouting incoherently. Loudest of all: the dogs.