I met Ajay, a little Indian boy, who helped his father sell Indian crafts in a flea market to earn money to feed his family. He tried to sell me some table coasters that I had no real use for. I did not have money to buy, then. But I could not get rid of the image of Ajay's pleading eyes as he stood in the middle of the aisle, holding out that deck of coasters. A few weeks later, I finally saved up enough money and went back to the flea market to buy the coasters from him, but.... |