She was a constant in my life. They were a constant in my life. Every time I stopped at the local coffee shop, she, they, their smiling faces greeted me. I am one of the very few people for whom they smile. For most, they show the sad eyes, the forlorn distant look as they beg a few rupees to clink into tin pans pushed toward the people dressed in clean finery.
For more than two months they disappeared. I feared some evil had fallen upon them. That fear kept me up at night. I looked everywhere I traveled hoping to catch a glimpse.
I had all but given up on seeing them again when, on 08 March 2013, as I pulled up on my motorcycle, they were there. When I took off my helmet and they recognized me, Sheetal gifted me an amazing smile.