the little hipster

En route from Delhi to Rishikesh in a private car - and feeling rather colonial (a feeling I would eventually get used to, but never feel great about) as I watched rural India pass by me in my relative luxury - traffic was held up at a railroad crossing. A small village was centered at the intersection, and children selling onion pakora and slices of coconut crowded around our car. Eventually they moved on, then one boy selling nothing approached the car with his hand out.

 

I grabbed a handful of Pringles and gestured that I would give him the chips in exchange for a photo. He agreed, but as I raised the camera he held up his hands and was gone. I looked around, and found him fixing his hair and shirt collar in the reflection of the car's back window.

 

I'd been trying to keep five, two, and half rupee coins to give beggar kids and moms, but for the rest of the trip, I always tried to give kids food (and usually healthier than Pringles, these kids have enough problems).

 

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