I catch the tinge of satire in your stunning narrative. How the world splits into two, the rich on one hand and the poor on the other. As you make us know, attention is being devoted to build a "new" city for the rich, whereas the poor are left to remain in their miserable, unchanging state.

You have told the story of this unfairness in your picture and the lucid descriptions attached to it. I can only hope that the holy heavens would reward you for it.

Like you, I would say,

Even if she has remained in that village, let's hope that her life has improved along with the “new” India in her peripheral surroundings.