The windowsill of Manorama’s porch is dotted with bottles of Odomos, kachua chaap (mosquito coils) and sachets of mosquito-repellent oil. Her feet, now decorated with mehendi, once struggled to fit into the largest pair of slippers. “I know the cost of a mosquito bite better than anyone else,” says the 51-year-old resident of Madaripur village in Bakshi Ka Talab, Lucknow who uses one name.
