Khamali in the shadows of Moghuls
Khamali sat there smiling at me every time I walked by. I would always smile back at her and nod in a generally friendly way. She didn't ask me for money or anything, although she seemed to ask others, I noticed.
I passed her a fourth time because I was going back to the temple as the light was changing.
She bobbled her head in a pleasant manner. I stopped to give her some rupees and she quickly secured them in the folds of her saree. I made the international sign for "can I please take your picture" and she shook excitedly as some nearby boys came over to watch.