As I write this, I'm sitting on the ghats – the stairs down to the Ganges River – in Varanasi in Uttar Pradesh, one of India's 28 states and one of the most populous areas in the world. We are in a half-closed scenario; on weekdays we can move freely from seven in the morning to eight in the evening, but we have to stay indoors on the weekends, as India is high up in «Corona Immunity Games »for the second year in a row.
I once saw a beggar on an Indian train, a young boy who had had both arms and legs amputated – beggars make more money if they are crippled, and thus they are intentionally maimed in childhood. This boy caught my attention for this obvious reason, but also because he had one of the most sincerely happy smiles I had ever seen, and because the one on the T-shirt he was wearing was strong. . .
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