If there really was a language of smiles and eyes, then this was it.
There are so many beggars in India that you wouldnt give them a second ook ( in many cases not even the first ). But htis old rag-picker had something that stopped me from looking away. She had eyes that shone, pleaded, cried and laughed, all at once. And a smile so genuine & captivating, it touched every corner of my heart.
Surely, if there was a language that didnt need words to melt your soul, then this was it :)