Opened Eyes- Again
I was visiting a new city in a new State. My cousin was visiting from the States and I took her to go on a camel safari ride in the desert of Rajasthan, India for a whopping $14.00 USD. We were tourists on our “happy vacation”. Happy for a time. But then the desperate eyes followed me as I wandered through the dark market streets. Waiting for me to exit a shop to offer her begging hand and starving child, she waiting patiently. No matter how long it took, this beggar woman would wait. She asked for money. I said no. I don’t give money to beggars in the case they are employed by some big pimp and larger “operation”. I offered to buy food instead. She knew this way of life better than I. She walked me to her friend’s local shop. He already knew her “order” and he told me what she wanted. Was this a scam? Was this a dream? I didn’t quite know how to respond. She must get her dinner bit by bit, supplied by the hands of softened hearts. A little lentil dal here,