Discover Delhi: The enigmatic Lodhi Road head turner
It’s quite a rare sight in Delhi. Salma is a single mother who pulls a cart to supply water to public toilets at Lodhi Road in central Delhi.delhi Updated: Mar 27, 2017 14:18 IST
She cuts quite a figure. A woman riding a cart all by herself — very often a little child is seen sitting on the cart while she pedals along.
This is a rare sight in Delhi and each time we spot Salma — and it is always on Lodhi Road — we instinctively look again to confirm the sight. Once we saw plastic flowers decked around her pull cart’s handle bar.
Quite a few residents of upscale Nizamuddin East, a nearby neighbourhood, have also spotted Salma with her cart around the same place in central Delhi and they all told us of being struck by her presence.
In some ways, Salma appears to be a suitable feminist icon. She lives without a man, is a single parent and earns her independent living (Rs 4,000 monthly) by supplying water from a tube well to two public toilets in the Lodhi Road area.
That is just one part of the story, however.
One evening, while carrying a giant water drum on her cart to a public toilet near Oberoi Hotel flyover, Salma spotted us and immediately pulled the breaks — it was unusual because she mostly keeps to herself and had once politely declined to talk to us. This time though she easily answered all our queries about her life.
It turned out that Salma’s biography was more about circumstances than choices.
Although she is unique, her situation may illustrate the hard lives of thousands of women in this city sharing her economic and social situation.
Salma has no house, but once she had a home with a roof, an illegal shanty on the banks of the Yamuna. It was demolished years ago by government authorities. Since then she has been sleeping on a pavement near Sai Baba temple on Bhishm Pitamah Road with her youngest daughter Muskan — the child often seen on the cart.
Salma’s husband, Sheikh Kaloo, died of alcohol abuse a few years ago. She has four other children. Three live in schools run by NGOs. One of her boys mysteriously disappeared a couple of years ago when he was six.
“I looked for Akbar in so many places,” she told me. “I’m still looking for him... perhaps somebody took him away... perhaps he went on his will... maybe he will come back to me. I look out for him every day. Not a day passes without me thinking about Akbar.”
On finally walking back to her cart, Salma flashed a farewell smile so uninhibited and spontaneous that you might imagine she were leaving a friend’s drawing room after a pleasant meal.
As she started to pedal, she said, picking up speed, “I forgot to tell you one very important matter. Salma is only a name that people call me with. In the I-card the government gave to me, I am Shehnaz.”