The old Tibetan woman serving me today in the Tibetan Colony street shop in Bir, India is a refugee. Part of her story is in attempting to return to Tibet to see her parents she was jailed for 2 years by the Chinese. I can hardly imagine the conditions she withstood.
As I was buying water she had difficulty reading the price label. My heart leapt for I knew I had a pair of magnifying glasses in my backpack. As quick as a flash of lightning they were in her hands. Now she can see and my heart is full of light.
photo: k.bell. Ink art on the wall at Zsotel, Bir, India