By the cemetry, Delhi

I spent some time sitting with this family outside a Christian cemetry near our hotel in Delhi on New Year's day. It was cold. The whole family sat close by the side of a busy road, as the mother rapidly strung flowers together for those visiting their dead (mostly Anglo-Indians were buried there, judging by the names). I crouched down, took some pictures, and then remained, absorbing as much as I could of what their life might be. Although I gave money
as I left, it was a profoundly moving moment. The life of a poor Delhi family, getting by by making prassad for the bereaved, as the cars whiz by, heedless.