I spent time with four women whose homes are in the gullies of Varanasi - the allies and laneways that wind their way to and from the sacred Ganges. Here is a little of their stories - each filled with love and loss - and everything in between.

We may call them ‘resilient’. I don’t think it’s a word they would use of themselves. They are doing what they can each day to look after their loved ones within the bounds of what Destiny has given them at this time …