Call it an adharghar, a retirement home, a “final destination” (as some of its residents do). Two young men, Amit Shirke and Balu Patil, have the run of the place. It’s a tiny place, tucked away on one edge of a state highway and, on a new urban plan, in the way of a major road that will come this way.
They cook, they clean, they serve. Both of them grew up in families that looked after people who were old, abandoned, or sick. They spoke about what it took to manage the home, and their lack of profits. They barely break even. What truly bothered them, though, was how land acquisition in the area had changed values. Farmers spent money extravagantly on cars and weddings, and refused to work any longer.
Amit and Balu spent their days at the home, where life is simpler. People here just want to talk, he said. Sometimes they’re raring for an argument. They oblige. “It’s good for them,” he said, smiling.
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