..”Endless rows of kilns stretch across the red landscape, surrounded by villages covered in dust. The air is thick with smoke, the scent of burning wood and earth pervasive. Men, women, and children labor from dawn to dusk, molding clay, stacking bricks, tending the fires. Each kiln breathes heat and ash. Locals speak of “Brick Season” — the dry months when the kilns are alive, and work is relentless. In this cycle of creation and exhaustion, the brick becomes both livelihood and burden”..
