In India, I'd spent the last 3 days exploring and photographing in the street near my hotel. Walking back, exhausted from the day an old man grabbed me by the arm and said 'Quickly, come with me!
There are three men following you.' He took me up to his fourth floor apartment. Opened the door and introduced me to his wife, he called 'Mini Mouse’.
He then made me a cup of sweet chai tea. I drank tea and chattered with them for hours about what I was doing, was trying to do, going to do and hoping to do.
It was time to make my leave and just at the front door he stopped me and said, 'Hey, just wait a moment more, I need to get something”.
After a minute and overhearing words with Mini Mouse he came back with this small framed photo and said 'I'd like you to have this.’
It was his wedding photo. Now, why would he do that?