:: Suffer the Little Children ::

Their bright, blithe smiles betrayed a bleak future. I will not show the Taj Mahal. I will not show my kitschy finds at tourist shopping spots. I will not show how we managed to capture our expensive, German-made car in the sunset glory across the bank from the Taj.

I will show their childish cheer, I will show how their innocence is untainted despite ragged clothes and unkempt nails, and I will show that humanity is a language easily mastered, as long as you care to speak it.

I said this before, but I say it again: nameste, India.