The Joy of Rubbish

Today is the 1st of September and I am a very happy woman. We have been here for over a year and one thing that has always upset me is that there is no "organised " rubbish collection here, well not as we know it. There are rag pickers, and others who recycle bottles and paper so there is a lot that does get recycled.Here are some boys sorting through the rubbish.

 However the sad reality is that cans, plastic, wrapping, I put all this VERY reluctantly into my bin and I know for a whole year now it has gone into a hole in the ground around the back of the house and intermittently burnt. Just that nagging feeling of OH dear this is not really what I want to do but what is the answer ?

Well let me introduce Balram.( aka Bhart Lal 9873537074) Now all of you who have read "WHITE TIGER" will know this character. Chubby, humble, but sharp as a whistle and looking to make more out of nothing Gottit??Balram appeared at my door the other day and for the grand amount of 500 rupees per month (less than £10) he will take away the rubbish into government landfills and hopefully recycle even further. I feel elated and jubilant at this small step in my household organisation which also coincides with the organisation of my edible waste which is now going to be composted for the vegetable garden courtesy of the lovely terra cotta containers of the Daily Dump which I blogged about some time ago.

This is progress and I never thought rubbish could give such joy.