I don't know how many people even gave a second thought about this woman. I am sure there were other people who have wondered like I have. She was in her late-fifties or early sixties. Fair-skinned. She looked like she had, at some time in her life, been well-off. It just showed in her face. There was something about her - she looked kind, dignified. In any other setting, she would have easily been a friend's mother - the kind of person you meet when you visit your friend's home and who offers you coffee and snacks. Only this woman was begging on the streets, in front of one of the busiest restaurants in one of the busiest cities of India. She could not walk. She was always sat there with her legs straight in front of her. So typical of an old Indian woman. She did not have any of the cunning of the professional city beggar. She was not aggressive. She was not demanding. She just sat there, pleading sad eyes, hands that would occasionally rise, driven more by hunger than by...