Poverty

India never ceases to amaze me. I went to the train station on the other side of town and there were all these slums lining the road that weren’t there last summer. A baby sitting there (at home) behind a brigade, staring at the traffic 5 feet from him through the bars, exhaust, honking, chaos, while a woman washes her pot from her morning cooking…It’s not uncommon to be approached by beggars in a rickshaw several times before making it home. Some small children with a baby on their hips, and some mothers carrying their infant children, in addition to the beggars in the train stations, crippled or blind. The elderly blind man sitting out in front of the mosque is still the same man from last year. What do you do with that? I don’t have the answers. Just wanted to give a perspective from the other side of the world. Something to consider.