One of the easily recognizable separators between the US and India is the sense of order versus chaos. But sometimes — and more often — chaos contains things of immense beauty:
- Husks of corn scattered upon the sidewalk form a pattern of bindi-shaped yellow-green droplets
- A ragged old man scratching away at peeling paint upon an old building, oblivious to the world
- A boy with a small smile on his face carrying a cloudy, plastic bottle filled with a liquid that could be tea, oil, or ambrosia.