I am only one, but still I am one
When I decided to quit my banking job and forge a new path, there was one thing on my mind: my privilege . Privilege is a funny thing. We know it exists, but it's often hard to fully appreciate. As a first generation, British-born Indian who has been privately school educated, I cannot refute my privilege. If the chips had fallen slightly differently for my grandfather, or for my parents, then who knows where I would be right now. Maybe I would just be another child in a rural village in India fighting against restrictive gender social norms? Recognising this privilege is what drove me to make a wholesale change in my life. However, as I now travel around some of the world's poorest places, listening to the stories and perspectives of the world's most vulnerable people, I am struggling to balance the recognition of my privilege with the guilt of it. Last week, I was wandering through the narrow streets of Kenya's slums, carefully navigating a path between the corru...