Jyoti’s house finally came into view – a humble structure with a tiled roof in the back, fronted by a welcoming extension of woven palmyra leaves. Long palm trunks, secured against the wind, lay stacked on top. Withered creepers – of a once-vigorous bottle gourd plant – sprawled across the palmyra leaves, reaching all the way to the roof. The entrance, sparkling clean from a recent scrubbing with water and cow dung, stood out against the parched backdrop.