I was on my way to Agra to visit the Taj Mahal. It was an ordinary day when I stopped in this ordinary town. This boy was nameless but you can tell he was loved. He had a hesitant smile. His innocence was naked as his foot. He must have been 7. The other children ran away giggling with shyness when they saw me: the strange man with his strange camera. This boy was brave. He stayed to welcome me with his pure soul peering through those brown eyes. His poverty clothed him. But there was such richness in his presence which made this ordinary afternoon....unforgetable.