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[heaven-is-in-your-arms-series]

Adorable chibi Khem and Chatra

I commissioned them from the talented @apoluvre and they are so cute 💖

Heaven Is In Your Arms

Part 1 - A Phantom and A Dream

Khem struggles with tricky choreography, Chatra attempts to be encouraging but he needs some practice at it.

A cat is judgemental.

A self indulgent reflection on the frustration of dance practice and the questionable actions of epic heroes. Inspired by a short trailer, my own love of traditional dance and pure vibes.

Part 2 - Unraveling In Your Arms

Khem needs a hand getting out of his elaborate dance costume. Chatra Volunteers to help 🌶️

The minute I saw a dancer being sewn into their costume, I knew I needed Chatra to sensually unstitch Khem 😌

Part 3 - When The Nightingale Sings

Man Suang is a place where dreams come true but its fabled enchantments mask sinister activities and darker delights.

In a place where love can be traded freely, bought or sold, loyalties are hard won and today's friend could be tomorrow's enemy.

Khem and Chatra are drawn to each other but can their blossoming romance survive the cut throat world they live in and the responsibilities placed on them by others that lead to dangerous secrets between them?

Beautiful art by @chatoyen 💛

Lovely gift from a reader 😊

*almost this entire story was written before I was able to watch the film so consider this an au of sorts and if you haven't already seen it, go watch ManSuang on netflix because it's beautiful 💖*

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After Crait - Chapter 9

A03 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14553561/chapters/35367930

The chill night air is like a smack to his face. He’s aware of his damp clothing.

This reminds him of what he was just doing to get that way.

His knees almost buckle and he staggers as the memories slam into him with the force of a meteorite.

Hot skin, sweet and burning in his mouth, his nose. Small hands on him, her body under his.

The soft cradle of her thighs, so perfect for the hard thrust of his hips.

Shared knowledge, feeling her not just physically, but mentally.

He knows exactly where and how she wants to be touched now. What she wants him to do to her, with her. He imagines how the hot, tight, wet clasp of her flesh might feel.

He stumbles.

Fuck.

The power of what he just experienced in that room is mind-blowing. It has nothing to do with Dark or Light, there’s no push-pull in his mind, his soul.

Just the two of them.

Together.

Moving in unison. A perfect balance.

He’s had a taste and by the fucking Force, he wants more.

All of it.

And she feels the same way.

A breeze presses against him, cold seeping in, chasing away the heat.

The certainty.

Does she?

She was quick to point out that it’s not necessarily him she needs to discover this with.

Rage snarls through him. Instant, scorching. Tightening his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

Riding hard behind it is panic.

Clouding his mind, making him want to run. Desperation clawing at him to escape the feeling, the need to . . . do something. Anything that will stop the monster tearing at his mind. Whispering in his ear, ‘You will never be good enough’.

The anger always saved him. Rescued him from his parent’s indifference, their eventual fear, Luke’s hatred. His family’s lack of faith. The disgust and horror he brings forth in those around him.

Always, the rage had been there, with the dark voice, helping him to feel better, stronger.

Able to step away, not cling to people who obviously don’t . . . don’t love him.

But it has all been a lie.

He’s not better.

Even after everything he’s put himself through, forced himself to carry out, he’s still not good enough. And he still needs . . .

Acceptance.

To not feel so very lonely.

He sucks in a deep breath. The voice is gone. Rage can’t crush this.

He’s absolutely alone.

The terror grows, a dark beast ready take everything, leaving him with nothing.

He is nothing.

Another shaky inhalation that sounds more like a sob as he tries to drag himself back from the edge.

A noise sounds through the sleeping night. Even though it’s unrecognizable, something about it penetrates the suffocating darkness of his thoughts.

The present snaps around him like a slap.

He strains to listen and though he’s expecting it, when the noise comes again it makes him jump a little.

It issues from a narrow gap between two buildings, ahead, slightly to his left.

Something is wrong. The Force ripples with it, awareness prickling the back of his neck.

Pure instinct driving him, he plunges into the black gloom of the alley.

It takes a few moments for his eyes to adjust and he soon sees what has focused his attention through the Force.

A hulking Crolute has two small boys cornered in a dead end. He’s holding a knife and the ear of one lad.

“Where’s the goods, boy?” He moves the glinting blade closer. “I’ll cut yer ear off and send you back to the slums of Corellia if you don’t speak up now.”

“I told you, there were too many people around. Besides, he’s poor, he can’t afford us taking them.”

With a growl the Crolute shakes the boy by his arm. “I don’t care if he can’t afford it. You do as you’re told.” He delivers a blow, but the boy senses it and ducks enough to deflect the strike which would have crushed his skull.

The Force ripples again.

Ben stops thinking.

Crimson fills the alley along with the hissing snarl of his saber.

The Crolute stares in shock at the bleeding stump of what’s left of his arm. Then. with a cry of terror, snatches up the dismembered limb and lumbers towards the alley’s entrance.

Ben turns to stare at the boy, the crackle and spit of his saber the only noise in the ensuing silence. “What’s your name?”

“Mattemi Laiarb.”

“You’re from Corellia.”

“Yes, me and Chatra.” He indicates the dark-skinned boy, who is out cold, a trickle of blood glistening on his temple.

Ben and Mattemi stare at each other and the Force ripples again, with fear, awe, awareness. This kid is sensitive to it. The other one isn’t.

A grim sense of irony fills him.

He knows what he has to do.

It pulls at him, demanding.

He gives in.

Just this once.

“Come with me.”

“No.” The boy glances at his unconscious friend.

With a sigh, Ben leans down and scoops the almost non-existent weight of the unconscious lad into his arms before turning to stare at Mattemi, one brow raised.

“Are you a Sith Lord?”

“No.” He turns to the mouth of the alley, the boy follows.

They walk into the moonlight soaked marketplace. There’s no sign of the Crolute.

Ben stops, irresolute. Then heads back to the Wild Bantha.

It takes less than a moment to procure a room. He soothes the innkeeper’s suspicions about him and his ‘sons’. Aware of the couple of people lingering in the main room, he gives the innkeeper a mental prod to hurry.

There is nothing about this situation that makes him particularly happy, but he can hardly return to his shuttle with two brats in tow.

He’s filthy, they’re filthy and he’s suddenly bone-deep tired. The innkeeper agrees to have their clothes laundered and ready for morning, supplying spare sleepwear for a price. The tunics swamp the boys, their arms like twigs, ribs poking out like stray hounds. He orders food.

Settling down into the second twin bunk he closes his eyes and lets the enormity of what he’s just done wash over him.

He’s frankly stunned.

What the fuck is he doing?

* * *

The morning finds his quota of children has risen to three.

“Who is this?” His snap makes them flinch.

“My sister, Remikyre.” Mattemi tugs the little girl closer, she’s barely out of toddlerhood, but there’s a wisdom to her eyes that belies her years. She’s clean, but her clothes are nothing more than rags.

He buys new clothing in the marketplace. Chatra and Remikyre stare at him in awe. Mattemi with a mixture of hope and cool regard, reminding him of Rey.

He’s been wondering what in all the systems he’s going to do with three brats. The only thing he’s certain of is wanting them well away from the First Order.

And suddenly Rey is his answer. He knows which bay their shuttle is in and he’s also aware the Resistance collects waifs and strays, they’ll at least be safer than they would be on the streets.

‘Compassion is a weakness!’ Hissing venom, disappointment rolling through the Force, crushing him.

He shakes off the memory and hustles the kids at a brisk pace. There’s no time to lose, Rey may have already gone . . .

The pain of this strikes him like a physical blow. Sucking in a sharp breath, he reaches out into the Force. Her presence is bright, strong. She hasn’t gone. Relief washes over him, for more reasons than he cares to name.

“Where are we going?” Mattemi stops abruptly, his sister and friend following his lead. He’s accepted the new clothes and food unquestioningly and Ben has to suppress the sharp twitch of anger at his sudden obstinacy.

“I’m taking you to a—friend of mine.”

“Is she like you?” The child sighs impatiently as he hesitates. “I mean does she have the same power?”

“She is strong in the Force, yes. Though she is not like me, she’s . . .”

Light. Hope. Faith. Home.

“She’s good.”

* * *

Rey moves down the ramp to collect the last box of supplies when the Force slams into her consciousness. A gasp rips out of her throat as she meets Ben’s gaze.

But what makes her halt midstride is the fact he has three children clustered in front of him. A little girl with huge, dark eyes and soft curls is clutching onto his robes with one hand and sucking the thumb of the other.

“Ben!”

“They need to get off this planet.” His voice is deep, abrupt.

“What about their parents?”

“They’re scavengers.”

Their gazes lock and a world of understanding passes between them as she stares into his dark eyes. Shock pounds inside her, along with a spark of hope that is so bright it almost steals her breath again.

He nods to one of the boys, who is clearly related to the little girl. “He’s Force sensitive. They can’t stay here, there was some trouble last night, people will be hunting them.”

“He rescued us from Rinkar.” The boy nods at Ben. “I’m Mattemi, this is my sister, Remikyre and my friend, Chatra.”

Rey’s aware she’s now been standing in silence for a bit and is getting some odds looks. But she is struggling to comprehend the fact that the Supreme Leader of the First Order, Kylo Ren, is standing in front of her surrounded by three waifs he rescued.

“You saved them?”

Ben’s gaze flicks around the shuttle dock, a faint flush hitting his cheeks and turning the tip of one ear pink. “Can you take them?” He nudges the children forward. The little girl resists, clutching his black robes tighter and tucking in to his knee.

Desperately suppressing a grin, even as her heart is melting at the sight of her most powerful adversary—virtually a Sith Lord—gently disengaging the little girl’s hand, tucking it in his huge palm.

“Yes.” She stops her impetuous steps forward. “Just a moment.”

Sogr is reluctant to say the least. “We are in the middle of a war with the First Order, we can’t bring children into it.”

“They need somewhere safe, just for the moment. Their lives are in danger.”

A huff of impatience from the dark figure at the foot of the entry ramp. He raises an arm and Rey can feel the compulsion hit Sogr like a supernova. “You will take these children and find a safe home for them.”

Sogr nods dumbly. Rey hopes Ben hasn’t given him brain damage.

Mattemi stares at Ben with something akin to hero worship.

He turns to the boy. “You will never use that unless absolutely necessary.” He pauses and another flush races across his cheeks. “Such as if your sister’s life is in danger. Understand?”

Mattemi nods, as does Chatra and Remikyrie.

“Off you go.” He nudges them towards the ship, the little girl is reluctant and Rey has to take her hand. She glances back at Ben with soulful eyes. “Benba.”

Mattemi turns at the top of the ramp. “You were wrong you know.”

Ben raises an eyebrow in mute enquiry.

“You’re good too.”

She can feel the affect the words have on him, the stunned amazement, inclination to disbelief then a small, fierce flare of something she can’t quite name.

She hustles the kids into the craft, before coming back down the ramp. He’s standing there as though rooted to the spot.

His gaze is dark, vulnerable.

With a sigh she stands on tiptoes and plants a gentle, chaste kiss on his cheek. As though in a daze he bends down slightly to receive it.

“Thank you.”

She hurries back up, hitting the close mechanism on the way, risking one last glance. He’s standing on the dock, wind whipping his black hair and robes around him like dark flags.

But the Force, it burns with something other than darkness.

The Light in Ben Solo hasn’t gone out.

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Rage Of A Silent, Invisible Killer Called Malnutrition

New Post has been published on https://healthy4lives.com/rage-of-a-silent-invisible-killer-called-malnutrition/

Rage Of A Silent, Invisible Killer Called Malnutrition

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It is a disaster that hides in plain sight. And Key Minister Narendra Modi singles it out in his radio talks, from the ramparts of the Lal Qilla, for his forty nine.three million followers on Twitter. He hammers house his impatience for the scourge to go away: “Main bechain hoon, main besabr hoon, main vyakul hoon” and pledges a new tryst with future: a malnutrition-absolutely free India by 2022. A new countrywide lexicon is attaining floor for a little something that is not normally in the news.

At the heart of global geopolitics, India is an emerging superpower at 72. But away from the spotlights, here hunger stalks, people fight persistent starvation to stay alive, lack of food begins from the womb, underweight mothers give birth to undersized kids, although low immunity snuffs out vulnerable lives. 5 a long time into energy, the NDA government faces its hardest obstacle. And now, the Vice President of India, Venkaiah Naidu, has sounded out a clarion get in touch with for action: “India wants a ­nutrition revolution.”

Ruby Devi stays place in a darkened space. Neighbours occur calling, to drag her out of that corner, to eat, feed her son or breastfeed her daughter. She talks about her husband, Jhingru Bhuiyan’s 12 months-long fight with stroke and paralysis, recurring attempts to get a ration card, inability to buy food or medicines, months of ingesting just rice, times of acquiring not even a grain at house, the unlit chullah, loans, begging and his dying. No expression, no tears, no anger. But as you choose leave, she arrives alive: “What will take place to us? Can you question the sarkar for absolutely free food? A ration card?”

From time to time, some areas tumble off the map. Dondagada village in Jharkhand, concealed in the maze of undulating hills, tall trees and pink mud tracks of Chatra taluk, is just one such. From time to time people, also, tumble off the grid of visibility. The household of Bhuiyan, the forty-12 months-previous Dalit who died hungry and sick on July sixteen, is just one such. Faces among the 19 crore Indians who slumber hungry each and every night time, among the just one-third of the world’s ­malnourished, and twenty five lakh citizens who die of starvation-connected results in each and every 12 months. A disquieting existence amidst India’s new plenty—consumed by crushing poverty, wracked by malnutrition, inhibited from achieving full opportunity. How absolutely free are they as India turns 72?

Kavita, Anganwadi worker, Delhi

She was appointed ­anganwadi worker beneath the ICDS scheme in September 2014. Her ��commitment reflects from the length she has been covering from her house in Higher Noida to Nardan Basti, south Delhi, for do the job each and every working day since December 2015. The mother of two has been training kids down below six and really like to do the job with young children in this age group. This really like enthusiastic her to turn into an anganwadi worker.

INVISIBLE Crisis

Bhadumari village of Vidarbha in Maharashtra lies in the foothills of the Pandharkawada ranges. On a ordinary working day, shiny-eyed, barefoot kids in university uniform sing-song, “Namaste.” But none of them are 4-toes-two-inches tall nevertheless, the suitable height for an 8-12 months-previous mandated by the Entire world Health and fitness Organisation (WHO). Most of them have sabzi with roti or rice at house, but really like coming to university for the 2 times-weekly eggs they get. What else do they like? Fruits, they say: jamun, sitaphal, narangi. Inquire them how normally they eat fruits, they tumble silent. Inquire about the village and no mother mentions ­malnutrition to be an problem.

Just one in three kids is stunted in India, also small for their age. Just one in 5 Indian kids suffers from throwing away, also slender for their height. Just one in 4 is underweight, also slender for one’s age, experiences the World wide Hunger Index 2018. “The challenge with malnutrition is that it is not seen,” states Shawn K. Baker, director of diet, World wide Advancement System, Bill & Melinda Gates Basis. “Be it iron ­deficiency or of vitamin A, malnutrition is practically often concealed.” In particular, when ­almost each and every baby is undernourished and modest, it ceases to be a “problem”. What’s stressing is the havoc that malnutrition can cause to a child’s cognitive talents, mind improvement, wellness and product­ivity—often irreversibly—starting in the first two a long time of daily life.

Ninety kilometres from Lucknow, the highway prospects up to Sitapur district of Uttar Pradesh. The sluggish meandering Gomti river retains rate. Named just after Sita of Ramayana, the region will take pleasure in its epic legacy. But suitable now, it is a cause for fret: Sitapur is among the ten districts in the region that experience the greatest prevalence of malnutrition. Sitapur also tops in teenager relationship and being pregnant: around 36 for every cent married girls are adolescents, although 8 for every cent of the fifteen-19 age group are by now mothers—much greater than the condition and countrywide normal. Listed here, just sixteen for every cent girls get to examine further than class ten.

Indians who slumber hungry each and every night time selection 19 crore. They are just one-third of the world’s ­malnourished.

It is the magic formula story of India. Three-quarters of the world’s teenage births choose put in India. New investigation displays how the wellness of kids born to adolescent mothers is significantly inferior to these born to adult mothers (The Lancet Boy or girl & Adolescent Health and fitness, July 2019). A 2015 examine from the Harvard T.H. Chan University of Community Health and fitness pinpoints the 5 most ­important predictors of childhood ­malnourishment, three of which have a ­direct url to mothers: maternal underweight, small maternal stature, a mother with no training, extraordinary poverty and lousy ­dietary diversity. “Undernourished girls turn into undernourished mothers, who in turn give birth to low-fat ­babies, perpetuating a vicious cycle,” states Basanta Kumar Kar, region director at Job Problem Intercontinental.

Doctors across the region are analysing psychological maps of communities to comprehend malnutrition. What they obtain is an eye-opener: misconceptions, myths and malpractices in the title of customs and traditions, normally dictated by aged girls of the home. A workforce from King Geo­rge’s Health-related College, Lucknow, report how in Sitapur, Hardoi and Barabanki locations newborns are routinely denied colostrum, the first milk that gives immunity for daily life, and fed with meals of honey, ghutti (designed of herbs, additives and honey), water, sugar-water or animal milk as a substitute of mother’s milk in the first handful of times.

Dr M.V. Ramana Rao of SVS Health-related College Clinic, Telangana, displays that the infant is not presented to the mother in ninety for every cent of deliveries, mostly owing to conventional household follow of first wiping and cleaning the infant in advance of passing it on to a senior household member. It is the family’s ­decision to toss away the colostrum (the first phase of breast milk which is essential for a child’s immunity), as a little something dirty and harmful in most cases, or giving the infant feeds or components milk as the first feed, ­instead of breastmilk.

When Dr Manjit Kaur Bal first observed the shrunken duo—a mother and child—she was shocked. The baby couldn’t keep his head up due to the fact he was so malnourished and the mother was hardly in a much better condition to choose care of him or of herself. As the leader of the Samerth Charitable Have faith in in Chhattisgarh, Bal has worked for long with some of India’s ‘particularly ­vulnerable tribal groups’—people wracked by poverty and starvation, dissociated from improvement procedures, displaced from habitats and livelihood by depleting ­forests and encroachment.

Mangala Ramkrishna Vidhale, Anganwadi worker, Amravati, Maharashtra

The Melghat area, ­comprising Dharni and Chikhaldhara blocks, in Amravati district has a tiger reserve in its ­vicinity. It also has the greatest ­malnutrition and infant mortality cases. Vidhale conducts quite a few ­community functions to address malnutrition, such as rallies, cleanliness drives, festive events, and fosters a competitive ­environment as a result of the Mata Samitee.

“The tribal food basket has often been ­diverse and nutritious, such as maize, minimal millets like kodo and kutki, oil seeds like ramtila, alongside with fruits, leaves, ­rhizomes, mushrooms, meat and fish,” states Bal. “We have pushed them out of their complementary marriage with ecology, way of daily life and time-analyzed diet.”

Worried with the important situation of the mother and baby, Bal took them to a diet rehabilitation centre, gov­ernment stores the place significant acute ­malnourished kids down below 5 a long time are admitted with their mothers for therapy. But they escaped inside a handful of times. When Bal caught up with her, the mother stated, “The rains are coming. There is a large amount of do the job in the fields. If I stay away now, my complete household will miss out on food for a 12 months.” Does diet make a difference when starvation pangs harm? “Even nowadays, we present minimal ­support price tag to paddy, not to nutritious millets that sustained people for hundreds of a long time,” she states. “In 72 a long time, we have altered people’s food basket. It will not be effortless to give their diet back again to them.”

“It’s a male-designed disaster,” states Balram, advisor to the Supreme Court on suitable to food, in Ranchi. Until eventually the sixties, India had a sustainable agricultural method and pure food security, describes the act­ivist who worked closely with Jayaprakash Narayan’s movement in Bihar. Men and women grew whichever they wanted, or collected from the surroundings—weeds, herbs, fruits, fish, livestock. The consumption of conventional coarse grains, pulses and millets, prosperous sources of vegetable protein with well balanced amino acid profile, was exceptionally huge.

The environmentally friendly ­revolution altered the way people ate. A host of indigenous grains, seeds and millets disappeared.

The landscape altered from the 1970s, in the wake of the environmentally friendly revolution. Targeted completely on wheat and rice, successive ­governments promoted rapid adoption of technological know-how, superior-yielding grains, intense farming, chemical fertilisers and price tag ­assurance. But pulses and millets, Indian eating plan staples and affordable sources of energy and protein, have been ­neglected. A host of indigenous grains, seeds and millets disappeared, although creation of pulses declined, as rates shot up. It led to a elementary alter in the way people ate, placing modest farmers at the mercy of huge ­commercial farmers, and dis­solving the concept of village group. “From about the mid-1990s, modest farmer suicides and hunger deaths begun receiving ­reported,” Balram recollects.

“The environment and India so significantly has centered on food security and we have obtained a large amount,” states Purvi Mehta, Head of Asia for Agriculture at the Bill and Melinda Gates Basis. “Having arrived at that really hard-acquired intention, the following step is tackling malnutrition,” she states. The affect of the word, even so, goes further than starvation and health—about forty for every cent of university absence in rural India is ­attributed to only just one aspect: malnutrition. Identical is the cause guiding about thirty for every cent of absence of labourers in rural India’s workforce, Mehta factors out.

CAN Hunger End?

The Sustainable Advancement Plans, pushed by the United Nations and adopted by all member states, communicate of ending ­hunger by 2030. The financial toll of ­malnutrition is heavy—with Africa and Asia shedding an approximated 11 for every cent of GDP each and every 12 months to it from productiveness loss—but the price of eradicating starvation will also be weighty, say authorities (see graphic, p.fifty six). And the price will be drastically greater for superior-load international locations such as India. According to a new report by the UN Foods and Agriculture Organisation (FAO), $267 billion will be needed for every 12 months from 2016 to 2030.

India’s response is the POSHAN (Key Minister’s Overarching Plan for Holistic Nourishment) Abhiyaan or the Countrywide Diet Mission, established up with a three-12 months funds of Rs nine,046.seventeen crore starting off 2017-18. A search at the condition-smart knowledge reveals that of Rs three,142.seventeen crore ­released to states till March 2019, just  Rs 569.ninety two crores have been utilised. The fund ­remains beneath-utilised in a selection of states: West Bengal, Odisha, Goa, Karnataka, Bihar, Maharashtra, Jharkhand, Punjab, Kerala, Assam, Delhi and Haryana.

Shanta Garg, ASHA worker, Udaipur, Rajasthan

She is a postgraduate operating in Dulawato Ka Guda village, Badgaon block of Udaipur. Through visits to unique residences in the region, she arrived to know of two expecting girls who have been not ­registered for ante-natal care at the wellness centre. Their mothers-in-regulation have been not allowing them. So Garg fulfilled the moms-in-regulation and convinced them about the care. She tends to make it a stage to assure ­everyone gets the reward of the scheme.

“Whenever you imagine of the PM, be it to criticise or to compliment, imagine of POSHAN Mission and not Narendra Modi.” On March 8, 2018, when the PM released POSHAN Abhiyaan in the modest city of Jhunjhunu in Rajasthan, his extraordinary words had diet gurus across the region sit up and choose be aware. At the end of the working day, malnutrition can be ­tackled only if international locations have the political will. “Nutrition is no longer a sectoral concern,” states Hisham Mundol, government director, Children’s Investment Fund Basis. “Nutrition is an financial, social justice and political problem.”

To senior bureaucrat and previous ­mission director of Poshan Abhiyaan, Dr Rajesh Kumar, India often had mal­nutrition on its radar. Two of the world’s earliest and major schemes to cut down malnutrition in children—Integrated Boy or girl Advancement Solutions (ICDS) in 1975 and Mid-Day Meals in 1962—were released by India, apart from a range of 21 policy selections on malnutrition since Independence. “But in 72 a long time, gov­ernments have altered, fallen asleep, woken up, on and off,” adds Kumar. “The target on diet has waxed and waned accordingly.”

With POSHAN ­Abhiyaan, for the first time, there is the concept of a ­people’s movement about diet.

The drumbeats of shame begun rolling from 2007, when UNICEF introduced that an Indian baby was far more very likely to be ­malnourished than a baby in Ethiopia. Former PM Manmohan Singh termed it a “national shame” that the amazing GDP development for a ten years and a fifty percent had scarcely dented baby malnutrition premiums. To Dr Rajan Sankar, director of diet, Tata Trusts, it has been a “big implementation and ­targeting failure”. In 2004, the Supreme Court handed a historic verdict for growing the anganwadi method of frontline employees beneath ICDS. “India has compensated ­attention to amount, but not so significantly to the good quality of that method. This is the place everything need to take place,” states Dr Shankar.

In several means, POSHAN Abhiyaan will be a “game-changer”, states Alok Kumar, member of NITI-Aayog, which performed an instrumental position in adopting the scheme. For the first time, there are very clear definitions and achievable targets, ­nutrition is not remaining equalled to food, there is multi-sectoral convergence of ministries led by the girls and baby ­development office, there is the concept of a people’s movement—jan andolan—to choose it ahead, and there is technological know-how, to get actual-time knowledge to keep track of and information the initiative at the grassroots. “Without all this, the before interventions arrived at only 5 to ten for every cent of the people,” states Kumar.

Dig deeper, listen more difficult, search longer: a hundred audacious tips are placing ­social alter into action. Hundreds of diet warriors—anganwadi sevikas to Swasth Bharat preraks, group ­mobiliser didis to badlav didis—are sprea­ding the superior word, engaging people and making alter.

Nisha Choubisa, ASHA worker, Udaipur, Rajasthan

This graduate begun operating with Asha in Majawada village, Bhindr block of Udaipur, last 12 months. The obstacle was the low attendance of expecting girls in mother and baby wellness diet ­programmes. Skilled to carry out group ­meetings to spread ­awareness, she arrived at out to expecting girls and explained to them about the importance of ante-natal care. Just after three ­meetings, the results confirmed.

Throughout Maharashtra, hundreds of ­kirtankars are linking devotional abhangs to the importance of diet to the mother and baby, and influencing household matriarchs, who in any other case ignore wellness advisories. India’s poorest and hungriest people, the rat-catching Musahars of Varanasi, are escalating kitchen gardens in their backyards. Their eating plan of rice or roti with salt is now peppered with sponge gourd and squash, pumpkin and bitter gourd. Throughout Bihar and UP, government medical colleges are integrating maternal, infant and youthful baby diet into the undergraduate curriculum. In villages across Chhattisgarh, lactating foster mothers, dharam dai, are feeding kids, although bahu, saas and pati sammelan are decoding breastfeeding. In Kerala, healthy infant displays by paediatricians and medical students are encouraging mothers to breastfeed their kids properly. Females across Jharkhand are now cooking in iron vessels to overcome anaemia.

In Rajasthan, villages, the sarpanches are rallying for the diet wants of their people, getting part in panchayat workshops and ­comparing notes with peer teams in other villages.

In Maharashtra, ­kirtankars are ­linking devotional abhangs to diet for influencing ­family matriarchs.

When Shashanka Ala joined as deputy commissioner of Lawngtlai—one of Mizoram’s remote districts bordering Bangladesh and Myanmar—she enrolled her just one-12 months-previous son in the closest ­anganwadi. Although she was happy that he designed new friends, she observed that he was coming house with choose-house ration in modest packets of typically rice and dal. “My first intervention was to make certain that scorching cooked meals have been served in the ­anganwadi,” she states. Even more enquiry ­revealed that most kids in the region have been undernourished. A new and lactating mother herself, and a powerful advocate of exceptional breastfeeding, she joined it to the unavailability of fresh fruits and ­vegetables in the area and inadequate infrastructure to cook scorching meals. Just after rounds of discussions with the stake­holders, group NGOs and church ­elders, ‘Kan Sikul, Kan Huan’ (my university, my farm) was developed, and armed with seeds, compost and gardening products, mom and dad, academics and kids begun creating their have veggies. The pilot job proved so thriving that it was released in all the anganwadis and faculties in the district.

Significantly away from Mizoram, tiny toddlers are acquiring a romp in their group creche in Churgui village of Jharkhand. Designed by Ekjut, a non-earnings established by Dr Prasanta Kishore Tripathy and his spouse Nirmala Nair, it is a group ­partnership. The baby-carers are decided on by the panchayat, and Ekjut makes certain their teaching. Little ones get a protected and safeguarded setting, protected consuming water, security from home smoke, hand washing ­stations, 4 nourishing meals and learn hygiene—for 8 hours each and every working day. “We keep track of their language, cognitive and bodily development,” states Tripathy. “Most importantly, we retain a constant ­dialogue with girls and the group as a result of participatory conferences.”

Reshma Shankar Dhote, Anganwadi worker, Amravati, Maharashtra

Her regular dwelling-to-dwelling visits, counselling expecting girls and their people, have designed the villagers aware of the ­importance of diet. She also organises rallies, conferences with teenage teams and recognition drives on wellness difficulties. Most of it is accomplished as a result of the Annaprashan ­programme, which ­provides clarity about ­the immunisation and the food expecting mothers need to choose to have healthy infants.

In excess of the past 5 a long time, the Ekjut workforce has been documenting their development parameters. Just one file on each individual baby, exhibiting development charts and graphs and progress from hazardous pink zone, as a result of yellow to a healthy environmentally friendly. The outcome has been startling—27 for every cent reduction in throwing away, 27 for every cent in stunting and forty for every cent in underweight—drawing global accolades and coverage in prestigious medical journal, The Lancet. “It’s an enjoyable second. The obstacle is to do points in a way not attempted in advance of,” states Tripathy.

Pleased Hour

Little ones perform just after a food at their group ­creche in Churgui village of Jharkhand’s West Singhbhum district.

Photograph by Usha Ramesh

It is playtime now. “Hijume, hijume (occur, occur),” invitations Saraswati, 27, just one of the baby-carers. Little ones pretend to be butterflies, pampargo in the area Ho ­dialect. They, sing, dance, clap and snicker: “Dup pe pampargo, undem pe pampargo, tingur pe pampargo (sit, bend, stand, dance, wriggle like a butterfly).” The scent of food wafts from a thatched kitchen close by, alongside with the clanking of ­stainless metal. The kids leap in pleasure as they are lined up for hand-washing. They sit in a circle, wield spoons and dig into khichdi with boiled eggs. As they drift off to slumber beneath a large mosquito net, 9-month-previous Pardhan Gop’s mother turns up. It is her time to breastfeed him. “They learn new points and eat nourishing food, although we are absolutely free to do our do the job,” she smiles. The sun fades further than the ­conical Chari Buru hills of West Singhbhum, cow bells tinkle and ­children’s laughter ring out.

“The State shall regard raising the amount of diet and normal of dwelling of its people and advancement in general public wellness among the its main responsibilities,” states Write-up 47 of the Constitution of India. But just after 72 a long time of Independence, liberty obviously suggests unique points to unique people. But the time has occur for everyone to ­declare a new independence: liberty from malnutrition for all.

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Character list for the Heaven is in Your Arms series

I've ended up with far more characters than I expected or intended to so I thought I'd made a list of them here.

Official Characters

Khem - a dancer sent into man suang with a mission to look for a stolen document and/or any other suspicious activity. Originally from the rural area of Chachoensao, he left a life of slavery for a chance at freedom but the price may be steeper to pay than he realised.

Chatra - musician, arrived at man suang as a commoner but his family appears to be very well off from the details he has shared with Khem. Originally from the South. Secretive and private, sometimes hard to find.

Wan - Khem's friend / adopted sibling. They survived a gruelling resettlement trek together and grew up as slaves in Chachoensao. Idolises Khem and hopes this mission will bring them security and freedom.

Hong - the only son of Chao Sua Cheng, he is being groomed to take over when Chao Sua Cheng retires. He has a progressive outlook and has spent all his life in man suang. He wants to embrace a future for Siam where all cultures mix and intertwine. He is resentful of Tiang and sees him as a rival for Chao Sua Cheng's affections and inheritance.

Chao Sua Cheng - the owner of man suang, ambitious, with an eye for the way the wind is blowing, he created the success that is man suang although his heart remains in china he knows he will never go home. He is loyal to his friends and sympathetic to liberal ideas but unwilling to risk incurring the wrath of the court.

Tiang - the son of Chao Sua Cheng's deceased best friend. Chao Sua Cheng treats Tiang as an adopted son and Tiang has become his right hand man as he is more willing to learn the ins and outs of the daily running if man suang than Hong is. He feels a need to repay Sua Cheng for taking him in.

Mae Kru Phikun - a dance teacher at man suang who originally lived in the king's palace before the dance dramas of Khon and Lakhon Nai were expelled from court by the king. She is determined to preserve her sacred dance traditions despite it falling out of favour with the king.

Mae Tubtim - the madam of man suang's brothel. She oversees a group of men and women trained in the arts of pleasure and seduction. As a girl she was sold to a man in a brothel, he went on to marry her and when he died she inherited his wealth. She chooses to live in man suang to avoid the stigma her past brings her from the eyes of other wealthy individuals.

Phraya Wichiendej - newly rich, he made his money through the navy and has strong connections with the British. Ruthless, ambitious and mercenary with an eye for pretty boys and a desire for even greater power and prestige.

Phraya Bodisorn - an aristocrat from a noble background with connections to various influential figures and an ear to the throne. Determined to steer the choice surrounding the ailing king's succession. He sent Khem and Wan into man suang to look for a dangerous document that went missing from the palace.

Khun Sutin Borirak - of mixed Thai and Chinese descent, he has thrown aside his Chinese father's ambitions and seeks to make a name for himself at court. He works for Phraya Bodisorn and has tied his fate to the nobleman's in the hope of achieving more power and influence of his own.