Child With Child - Agra, Uttar Pradesh, India: As we left the opulence of the Taj Mahal we came to a red light where these 3 children came to our car window. They were beautiful, but the of tragedy behind their eyes, in contrast with the unbridled wealth tied up in the Taj Mahal had a profound effect on me. You may be asking, "Where's the third child?" In the bottom of the frame, the girl, pressed against my window, is holding an infant -- Sleeping? Dehydrated? Unconscious? My heart broke a little that day, but I was in a rush to get back to the airport for my flight out, and that, in-it-of-itself, is the tragedy...I was in to much of a hurry to do anything and placed to much worth onto my own time to be bothered with these children. What, if anything, could I have done? What if I gave them my last rupees, where would it actually go? Would I have missed my flight if I had tried to find them some food? An awesomely tragic situation that is a daily reality in places here at home and abroad.