Unwanted.
A few days ago my team and I were doing some house visits. These are always a huge blessing. Seriously I have never experienced hospitality like that of the slums in India. They will give and give even if it means sacrificing their dinner. Usually we all cram into a tiny room, the size of most Americans bathrooms or walk-in closets, and sit on the floor. On this visit there was about 8-10 of us crammed in an even smaller room.
As we sat there sipping our warm chai, I noticed too eyes sheepishly staring back into mine from behind a curtain in a back room. Later, it was explained to...