Wealth from Waste & Rags to Riches.

Such are the catchy titles used to introduce social-upliftment based waste management projects in India. Recycling, composting and "going-green" are hot words that generate much social and financial capital for the various NGO's, companies, and corporations trying to get a slice of the waste-management pie. Here's a basic look at the situation in India.

Of course, everyone attempting waste-management here has their own theory of what is best for the environment, best for the waste-workers, and best for the city. It seems to be a trend that some of the larger NGO's waste –management programs’ are positioned more towards making adjustments in the lives of the rag-pickers, rather than working with the rag-pickers to capitalize on the available opportunities to increase their livelihoods. Building self-respect is more of a focus than building capacity. However, I believe, it is only through capacity building that waste-pickers will be empowered and will be able to develop their self-respect.

Helping a waste-picker establish a formal identity (voter ID card, ration card, etc.) is certainly a step in the right direction, but not one that provides a waste-picker with the right tools to increasing his/ her meager income. To talk of identity and self-image is of little use, if that individual continues to live in the same abject poverty from the day before, but today with a piece of paper with their name on it.

Certain NGO's seem to focus entirely on the waste-workers identity, his/her dealings with the municipal corporation, and to create a pseudo-cooperative of these waste-pickers. They shun the idea of raising capital to help the waste-pickers mechanize some of their activities or to make efficient their sorting and processing of recyclables appears to be a second priority to the focus on the workers identity. Mechanization is opposed as it is seen as an off-shoot of capitalization, which they deem exploitative and inherently against sustainability. Then how do they propose to make a dent (environmentally) in the tremendous problem of waste-management, if they lack the resources to collect, sort, process and dispose hundreds of metric tonnes of waste per day? They don't, and they cannot. Such activities are beyond their scope, since physical labour is no longer adequate to tackle waste production in any Indian city. This raises an important question: are they making a difference in the waste management sector, or making a difference in terms of human rights and counseling?

On the flip side of these operations are India's major waste management companies. They have multi-billion rupee contracts in various Indian cities, with heavy mechanization and tremendous capital investments. They can afford to pay their base employees salaries almost double the minimum wage.  Their operations are efficient, environmentally significant, and economically positive for all concerned. However, they displace and destroy the livelihoods of the destitute that are engaged in waste-picking in the areas where they operate.

So neither of these two major models target the waste-pickers in terms of increasing the amount of money they get to take home. 93% of India's employed population is employed in the informal sector. Of that, waste-picking and scavenging is the meanest job with almost no skill sets required.

I've been placed with Nidan, in Patna, Bihar. In 2002, Nidan started a cooperative of waste-pickers. It aimed to bring together the people engaged in this work and attempt to uplift their status in society (helping them get a formal identity), get access to micro-finance, social security, insurance, and most importantly- a higher income from the work they did. Over time, it realized that the only way to increase the average waste-pickers income was to allow the waste-pickers to bid for municipal waste management contracts. The only way to do this was to have these waste-pickers (called safai mitras- friends of cleanliness) create their own company. Nidan Swachhdhara Private Limited was created in August 2008 to tackle the problem of waste management in Patna, while uplifting the poor that clean it.

I'm focusing on scaling up and making efficient Nidan's composting operations. Almost 50% of Patna's waste is decomposable organic matter. 12.5% is recyclable. To be able to remove this 62% from ending up in Patna's dumps is the goal. But like all environmental goals in India, it is littered with obstacles: a lack of land, logistical problems in transporting waste, and the greatest problem, a huge lack of public awareness of the acute need to segregate waste at source. India, like the rest of the world has not yet realized the tremendous impact it has on the environment, and the terrible repercussions we shall face in the near future.

Posted by Behzad Larry

Eating by the Rules

"I can't come to south India," my friend joked over the phone from Mumbai. "They eat with their hands."

I laughed. Eating etiquette is the only thing I cannot handle in Bangalore, this most westernized of eastern cities.

Bring on the cows obstructing the street with their dung and balding skin. Bring on the fleets of rickshaws and cargo trucks swerving to hit you. You can even bring on the locals asking if I'm Nepali and thus if I work on the street. But bring me rice and ask me to eat it by hand -- well, one must draw the line.

"What we choose to eat or refuse to eat, and how we eat it defines us as much as our culture and language," reads the foreword to a Keralan cookbook here. "Cuisine creates a community; it also keeps communities apart."

In south India, I will always remain apart.

I respect the method. It is as precise as it is inimitable, and it goes something like this: First, fill a metal plate with roughly three bowls of coarse white rice. Pour vegetable broth, watery yogurt or a combination of the two alongside. Begin the post-cooking process. Knead the mixture with the tips of your fingers until no grain lies unfondled. Collect inch-wide ball with your fingertips. As fingers rise to mouth, delicately insert the ball with one finger.

This, not dance or tabla, is India's true art.

But you can respect something without feeling compelled to do it, like ascending Everest or investment banking. I watch only, fascinated by each fingerful's dripless journey from plate to tongue. When spoonless cafeterias threaten, I unearth a utensil deposited in my bag after a forgotten yogurt on the run. (Here, yogurt is "curd," pronounced without the earthy American r.) Even the neighborhood joint by my house, where I devour "rice bath" standing beside the same skinny men who drive my rickshaws, provides spoons. No forks or knives, of course -- one doesn't need those unless a non-veg, the freak term applied to anyone who touches meat and sometimes egg.

But rules in India are like clean space, made to be trashed. Today, famished at one of the government schools I work at, I accepted a plate from a teacher and sat across from her. My fingers hadn't touched faucet or soap for six hours. But the rice was so inviting, soft and cooked with enough water to stick. The chickpeas sang of the Middle East, with masala. And then there was the kitchen-fresh curd, some of which was lost in drops on my chin.

The teacher looked at me, then rescued a spoon from a bowl of pickles. "Here," she said. "Eat."

April Yee helps Bangalore's government-school teachers use technology with the American India Foundation's Digital Equalizer initiative. She blogs at AprilEats.com.

Posted by April Yee

A Coconut Saga in Three Parts

Part I: Where Our Hero Innocently Undertakes a Leisurely Journey and Discovers His Destiny.

Navratri was my awakening to Uttarakhandi Marshallese-ness and the beginning of a Karmic quest that fulfilled my destiny.  Uttarakhand is the harbor of Hindu spiritualism: the sacred rivers flow from its snows and millions of pilgrims annually arrive to trek, bathe, and worship at its myriad temples. 

My home sits midway up a mountain with one of these very sites, Chandrabadni Temple, at its peak.  Shiva's wife, Sati, was split and scattered about Uttarakhand and her torso fell here.  The temple itself is a circular building with a conical roof and appears to sit on pine trees already perched above the clouds, allowing views of a snow-capped range that buffers China.

After a few hours working our way up the mountain to the temple, I was laced with a bracelet, marked with a tika, and handed a coconut.  Wait, what?  I was presented with a coconut, in the Himalayas.  I barely held my laughter.  After a year spent cracking coconuts (the proper death stare, angle of attack, tooth-tear, ripping method, location of first puncture) in the Marshall Islands, I was handed a coconut at one of the holiest sites in Hinduism.  I did not expect this, did not know this was common; this was my first time in a Hindu temple.  Nevertheless I felt comfortable, destined from birth to be in this very spot (or at least destined from a year and change ago), fated to destroy this coconut with the strength of my ri-Majol-ness.  In my euphoria, I was flipping the coconut between my hands...and then a teacher named Jyoti snatched it from me, grabbed an ax (an ax!), and started opening it.  Now, you need no ax to open a coconut, but more importantly: she was robbing me of my destiny!  I felt the Fates measuring my thread, preparing to cut.  Who ruins someone's destiny?  Did she not know?

The coconut was butchered, literally and figuratively, by Jyoti and her adorable ax swings.  It eventually split but shards flew into her eyes, onto the temple, onto Sati's torso, into Shiva's nose...it was a debacle.  Still, we ate coconut at the top of a Himalayan peak.  After, we took the coconut husk and brought it over to a dedicated side temple.  Inside was a pyre overflowing with coconut husks.  If only the Marshallese knew about these practices, the dedication and reverence shown to the sacred power of the coconut.  I was ready to sacrifice myself, but Navratri is a long festival and the pyre was not to be burned for nine more days. 

Destiny, roused.

Part II:  Where Our Hero Returns to Champion His Fate but is Again Thwarted in His Attempt at Fulfillment. 

We returned nine days later, my enthusiasm at a rolling boil.  I didn't know yet that the conclusion of Navratri put everyone at that very level of intensity.  Approaching the temple I heard the rapid beating of drums, the bustle of children, and the screams of...women?  Were those the screams of women?  I didn't understand anything except that the cumulative volume waxed in approach.  I was mentally preparing myself: no adversary, be it woman, beast, or Sati herself, would prevent me from coconut sacrifice this day. 

My adversaries were complicated: the screaming women were enthused devouts dancing as dervishes then sprinting erratically through the crowd; the children zig-zagged around the temple, hunting for whatever free food was being offered; the drum beat emanated from musicians riling the rabble into chaos and rebellion because the temple was closed.   Wait, what?  The temple was closed?  The doors were locked?  Peopled herded, women danced, men pushed, but I would not be denied.  We scaled the crowd, bounding on toes, then shoulders, then heads, cradling my coconut like a football.  We forced our way through a sliver in the gate and I was at the portal of the temple.  I entered, received another bracelet, another tika, and my coconut was quickly taken from me and given for prayer.  I sat on my knees after receiving my tika, awaiting the return of the key to my destiny.  The coconut was pushed to the back.  I could see it, it was there, just behind the...just around the...just let me have it and... 

In the ebb of the crowd, I was pushed out of the room by a man with an unofficial name tag: "Line Moving Man." 

Destiny, foiled. 

Part III:  Where our Hero Comes to Understand Faith in Karma and His Destiny is Fulfilled. 

A few weeks later, at a time that could be anytime, yet in a place that could only be the center of a verdant Himalayan valley, I was cooking dinner with the rest of the teachers.  As a nascent Garhwali, I am often assigned to garlic peeling or potato boiling.  On this afternoon I was honored with cleaning the dishes.  Mid-lather, a German girl who had been helping at APV hurled herself through the door indicating that she had a problem.  I spoke English, she spoke English; I stepped up.  I assumed that she had diarrhea or stepped on nettles or a leopard threatened her life--something ranging from personally trivial to apocalyptic.  She then pulled from her bag a coconut, gently reclaiming her breath and asking that she needed it opened, split along the equator, halved, exactly the way all coconuts are meant to be open, exactly the way I had been trained, exactly the way that the Fates intended. 

More succinctly:  She asked me to fulfill my destiny. 

The others in the kitchen pounced on her ineptitude and ignorance.  "Not possible," "no, can not happen this way," "too hard," and "I do not see it," reverberated in broken English, and hope darted from the girl's eyes.  I calmly and confidently asked for a chance at it and understood that despite two previous failures, my Karma, the cause and effect of the universe, had finally tipped.  Those in the kitchen looked at me oddly and their silence challenged: take a shot, foreigner.

I grabbed the coconut, felt its hair in my palm, glared at it.  It did not know (or did it?) that it was futile to resist me, that it had met its match, that it was doomed.  I showed it respect: I flipped it, listening to the milk slosh inside; balanced it, sensing the thickness of the meat at each pole; rubbed it, calculating the radius of husk around its equator.  And then I pounced.

I tore the dried husk with my teeth--three, maybe four quick pulls (did that coconut just tremble?)--and the naked core sat in my hand.  I grabbed a knife (did that coconut just plead?) and rapped its center, spinning it slowly, coordinating the blows.  And so simply, so quickly, it cracked in half (did that coconut just cry?), ceased remonstrating, conceded.  Everyone agape, I handed her the coconut and walked casually back to washing the dishes.

Destiny, fulfilled.

Charles Iannuzzi works on curriculum and syllabus development at APV School in Anjanisain, Uttarakhand.

William J Clinton Fellowship Program Orientation Report October 2009

Dates: 2^nd September – 9^th September 2009.

Venue: Vishwa Yuvak Kendra, Chanakyapuri, Delhi.

No. of participants: 19 fellows, 2 full time AIF Staff, Sridar.

Goals:

• To orient the fellows about the socio- political- economic scenario of India.
• To expose fellows to urban and rural organizations and their functional styles.
• To introduce them to the corporate sphere and helping them to understand the difference between the development and the corporate sectors.

• To prepare the fellows to the difference in lifestyle and living in India
• To create an environment of camaraderie between the fellow fellows and AIF SC staff.

The orientation of the William J Clinton Fellows of 2009-10 was spread over 7 days at Vishwa Yuvak Kendra, New Delhi. 19 fellows attended the orientation week, with one arriving 2 days into the orientation week. The week consisted of various resource speakers, who conducted interactive sessions on a range of topics relating to the development sector in India. Topics including education, health, environment, politics, the corporate world and livelihood were covered by professionals with hands on experience in the respective fields. Along with the guest speakers, site visits to urban NGOs and cultural events were integrated into the orientation week. A visit to the National Gallery of Modern Art, followed by a dinner was organized by Sridar Iyengar, an AIF Board Trustee.

The USA Ambassador to India, Timothy Roemer graciously hosted a tea with the fellows (picture below), which was organized by Manju Sadarangani – a previous AIF fellow of the 2001 class and now a political officer to the USA embassy in New Delhi. This thoroughly encouraged the fellows and emphasized the opportunities available to them within the fellowship program. 16 interactive speaking sessions took place and 2 site visits. A scavenger hunt was organized, giving the fellows an opportunity to discover Delhi.

Sessions:

Given the short time duration of the orientation week (bearing in mind from past experiences that fellows are obliged to register at the respective city FRRO offices within 14 days), a strong attempt was made to cover a range of development topics. The week began with a professional management consultant, Rajiv Khurana providing a ‘break the ice’ session for the fellows to become better acquainted with each other. Though not relevant to the development sector, this session enabled the fellows and the AIF staff to get to know one another better through team building and interactive exercises. 84% of the fellows found this session enjoyable and very engaging in terms of discovering more about each other. Tarun Vij gave a detailed presentation on AIF and the work AIF is doing in India, which gave the fellows a lot more information on AIF, enabling them to be prepared as AIF ambassadors whilst in the field. Previous year’s feedback had highlighted the fellows less knowledge of AIF’s work, which was well explained by Tarun. Comments from the fellows stated that it was ‘very enlightening and of value to know exactly AIF’s programs’

Livelihood

On the topic of livelihood and the corporate world, Nachiket Mor (President of the ICICI Foundation) with Deepti Reddy, provided an in-depth presentation on development in the corporate world. The session was very interactive with the fellows, as the speakers presented the ‘business’ aspect of the development world, along with profit for non-profit initiatives that have been undertaken in India. This session opened up the fellows to the opportunities in the social enterprise aspect of development, and received a 79% rating from the fellows.

Alak Jana from Pradan, with more than 10 years experience, gave a grass root level talk on livelihood from microfinance to livestock development. Many of the fellows found him difficult to understand, given the cultural difference in language, however, they were glad to interact with someone from the grassroots who had a lot of interesting content to share.

Health

There were a total of 4 speakers on health in India. Ranging from Public health by Dr. Rajiv Tandon, a member of the Indian Advisory board and the USAID head in India, to ‘health and safety’ by a previous well received speaker; Sreela Dasgupta. Savitri Ramaiah’s session (a previous speaker), provided the fellows with a lot of insight of what to be aware of in terms of health and safety in India and scored an 89% rating on the fellows feedback. Dr. Rajiv Tandon’s session was a more question and answer session, encouraging the fellows to ask questions to areas of interest, a very engaging speaker 84% feedback, the fellows strongly recommended having Dr. Tandon for future sessions.

Anuradha Mukherjee from the Naz Foundation gave a talk on LGBT rights, which was found to be educational to the fellows, but could have had more interaction, hence the 81% rating.

A new topic on mental health in India was added to this year’s orientation by the organization Manas.

Education

Manas Chakrabarty spoke on Education in India, including Demographics and India’s education progress over the last 10 years. As a speaker, he emphasised the potential power and opportunities that the fellows have to help improve the education in India. 87% of the feedback found this session very worthwhile, with comments such as ‘very interesting topic & great teaching style, kept my attention.’

Other sessions:

Shankar Venketeswaran gave a very thoughtful and interesting talk on Indian NGOs. The fellows found him to be a very engaging speaker and his content useful. 81% was the rating of this session.

Jonathon Ripley, an alum and former staff of AIF, gave a presentation on his personal experience as an AIF fellow and presented his video on sexual differences in India. As with the Alumni panel, the fellows found this to be one of the most useful sessions - giving them insight and a step by step procedure on how Jonathon conducted his project when he was an AIF fellow. A question answer session also helped the fellows understand some of the hurdles faced by Jonathon during his fellowship.

Panel Discussions

There were in total 4 panel discussions; The Ashoka Fellows panel, the respective NGOs mentors’ panel, environment panel on waste management and the AIF alumni panel. All were thoroughly enjoyed and of great value to the fellows, giving them a platform to ask many of their questions to people who have worked/ are working in the same space that shall be. The Alumni panel and the mentor panel received the highest ratings of 91% and 87% respectively.

Past fellows, consisting of Kirsten, David, Payal and Pooja had a great interaction session with the fellows, where the fellows were able to discover how previous fellows had gone about their respective projects, hurdles they had overcome and day to day life in India. It was also a great opportunity for the fellows to ask any questions that some of the other resource speakers may not have been able to answer, simple things such as methods of identifying accommodation with tips etc.

	The mentor panel is a must for every orientation session – this was the general overall feedback from the fellows. 90% of the mentors arrived in Delhi for a half day discussion as a group; informing all the fellows of what kind of work they will be doing as individuals.

The mentor panel session with mentors from the NGOs

The group then broke up into pairs, the fellows with their respective mentors for a one-on-one session – this was greatly appreciated by the fellows and AIF program staff was present to interact with both the fellows and mentors. The mentors also found this session very useful in terms of communication with AIF and the fellows prior to the fellow’s departure to their NGOs.

The environment sessions were very interactive and consisted of a small panel with Vimlendu Jha, Malati from Chintan and Anita from Conserve. 87% was the feedback from the fellows, who engaged well with the panel, asked a lot of questions and really found the Chintan site visit very interesting and worthwhile, as they were able to gain some on hands experience in the field. Anita from Converse – an AIF partner, introduced the fellows to the use of plastic in recycling and creating bags and other goods which has generated an income business for the rag pickers of Delhi. Some of the fellows paid a visit to the Conserve site on their day off.

The fellows integrated with all the AIF staff both at the AIF office and at the venue, where different staff members would attend some of the sessions to interact both with the resource speakers and the fellows. Having AIF staff present improved communication with the mentors and the fellows and post the orientation week, fellows have been in touch with the relevant AIF staff for advice, information etc, to their projects.

Events and Site visits:

The fellows visited the NGMA gallery, and had two site visits; one to the NGO Chintan (picture below) and the other to Salaam Baalak Trust in Paharganj, Old Delhi.

The site visits were the highlight for a lot on the fellows, who found the opportunity to get a better understanding of some of the development issues at a ground level. The feedback has suggested more site visits should be done with relevant talks post the visit to get a better understanding. As a fun and outdoors exercise, the fellows were sent on a scavenger hunt in Delhi, giving them time to better acquaint themselves with each other and to see more of Delhi on their own. This was followed by a dinner, where they spoke of their experiences at Swagat in Defence Colony.

To intersperse the orientation with some fun elements, the fellows were taught Bollywood dance to get the real taste of India.

Suggestions and other comments:

Many of the fellows responded that more site visits should be made. Some of the sessions were found to be lengthy and given the short time scale of a week, the orientation week was quite intense. Being able to relay what they are taught in the ‘class room’ with the resource speakers, to the outside world with more interaction with NGOs was a big suggestion by the fellows, as they felt just having speakers didn’t provide enough exposure. Pre-reading material and more handouts was another suggestion. Post the orientation week, all presentations and contact details of the resource speakers was sent to all the fellows, encouraging them to network amongst AIFs network for resources.

The overall feedback value is 82% for the orientation week.

PLACEMENTS OF WILLIAM J CLINTON FELLOWS FOR 2009-2010

S. No	Fellow	NGO	Location	Project
1	Tatiana Rostovtseva	RIVER	Andhra Pradesh	Will be working with children in the field of education
2	Nandan Satyanarayan	Dream a dream	Bangalore	Will be working with underprivileged children; helping in curriculum building and IT training
3	Annelyse Ahmad	ICTPH	Chennai	Will be working on health
4	Sanjay Sharma	Roshan Vikas	Hyderabad	Will be working on micro-credit with Muslim women in Hyderabad
5	Jenny Beckstead	Seva Mandir	Udaipur	Will be working on natural resource management in Udaipur
6	Tejas Oderdera	Ashoka	Mumbai/ Gujarat	Will be working on youth empowerment in Somghat in Gujarat as well as in Mumbai
7	Samir Panjwani	ICEE	Pune, Mah	Will be working at curriculum development for children
8	Behzad Larry	Nidan	Patna	Will be working on waste management in Patna
9	Renita Shah	Khamir	Bhuj	Will be working with women craftmen on preserving rual artisanship
10	Bijal Shah	Saath	Ahmedabad	Will be working on the livelihhoods centre model in Ahmedabad
11	Lavina Shahani	ICCHN	Pune, Amravati. Mah	Will be working on health interventions in Maharashtra
12	Charles Iannuzzi	APV School	Uttaranchal	Developing curriculum and syllabus materials underprivileged chidren in the mountains of Uttaranchal
13	Nicole Fox	YRG Care	Chennai	Will be working on HIV/ AIDs in Chennai
14	Nikolai Smith	Janaagraha	Bangalore	Will be working citizenship building in Bangalore
15	Nafisa Ferdous	Jeevika	Kolkata	Will be working on creating alternative livelihoods options for women in Bengal
16	Meghna Shah	Saath	Ahmedabad	Will be working on the livelihoods resource centre creating employment for unemployed urban youth
17	April Yee	DE	Bangalore	Will be working on the digital equalizer program; implementing computer education in schools
18	Jessica Sawhney	Anudip Foundation	Kolkata	Focusing on developing and testing processes to maximize success of Anudip-trained entrepreneurs
19	Aditi Ramakrishnan	Yale Fellow to be placed at Banyan Chennai	Will be working in the field of mental health

Chennai Fellows – Sunday Brunch

A brunch hosted by Sridar Iyengar, AIF Trustee with AIF William J Clinton Fellows from various years; (from left to right) Elyse (2009-10), Nicole (2009-10), Payal (2003-04), Kirsten (2008-09), Sridar, David (2003-04), Subbhalakshmi (2002-03)

Bhuj

This past week marked my one-month anniversary here in Bhuj, Gujarat. As a Gujarati (albeit, American born), I myself had to search google maps to figure out where exactly Bhuj is. For those that do not know, Bhuj is a major city of the Kachchh district, located in northwest Gujarat, near to the Pakistan border. One of the most special and reknown things of the Kachchhi culture is its handicrafts (i.e. embroidery, block print, weaving, etc.). Fittingly, I have been placed with an organization, KHAMIR (www.khamir.org), whose focus is to revitalize, reposition and promote the unique crafts of this region. KHAMIR focuses on 7 specific crafts and works with local artisans on a variety of initiatives that at a high-level can be bundled under livelihood and cultural preservation.

In regards to my day-to-day work at KHAMIR, I am still in the process of developing a long-term project. Like any new job, there is a steep learning curve--I have spent my first month reading reports, listening to teammates, visiting different villages, attending workshops, and trying my best to absorb and understand the different facets of the organization, crafts, and various communities. I am hoping (and keeping my fingers crossed) that I can soon identify how and where I can contribute my skills during my short 9+ months here.

In regards to my day-to-day life here in Bhuj, I have been taken back by the smoothness through which things have fallen into place. I found a great apartment, a great roommate, and somehow managed to find a cylinder for gas connection (*it's likely off the blackmarket) all within a few short weeks. While I like to believe that my good luck charm (a 3-d bull-figure with an Argentine peso inside) has played a role bringing me such good fortune, the realistic part of me recognizes the common attribute contributing to my adjustment and integration to the 'Kachchhi life' is undoubtedly the warm and welcoming people here. From my colleagues, to the sweet aunties next door that feed me, to the rickshaw driver that drops me off most mornings and random shopkeepers that somehow understand my broken Gujarati, I am constantly humbled by the graciousness of the people.

Like any experience, there are highs and lows, frustrations and blessings to each day. As I write this, it is hard to believe that one month has already flown by. I look forward to the challenges, opportunities, and the guaranteed chaos that each morning, afternoon and evening promise to bring here and I hope that during these next 9 months I can contribute even a portion of what I can already see myself gaining from this experience.

 

Panoramic view of the KHAMIR campus I work at each day.

Artisan crafts on display and sale at the KHAMIR outlet

Posing after 3 hours of garba (dancing) during Navratri festival in village of Musca

With colleagues at Mandvi beach on our day off. 

Posted by Renita Shah