Notes From India

This guy was sitting on a bench at the train station in Mumbai, begging for money. I had an orange in my bag, so I gave it to him. He took the orange, lifted up the blanket covering his lap, and nodded to a multitude of wounds, stretching his hands towards my face in desperation. I had no idea. I was thinking, "You're hungry. Here's an orange," and he was probably thinking, "that's nice, but my leg is falling off."