In last Sunday’s newspaper, there was a tragic story about the abduction of a four-year old girl here in Bombay, taken from her bed while the family slept. Her distraught parents later reported the missing girl to the police, who immediately searched the area. The girl’s tiny body was found, tossed in a ditch, shortly thereafter.
There is no greater loss than the loss of a child — more unspeakable, still, when such a tragedy is the result of a violent crime. But it was a small reporting detail in this story that got me.
“The girl lived with her parents, who are flower sellers,” it read. “They lived on the footpath near the railway station.”