Today, feeling dreadful, we laid in bed sick and watched 'Slumdog Millionaire'. It's quite bizarre to come out of a film and seemingly walk directly into the movie set. I once watched 'Rear Window' (highly recommended if you've not seen it - Jimmy Stewart at his best) in Bryant Park in central Manhattan, right where it's set. Now, we left our sick bed and walked the streets that typify 'Slumdog'. On the way to the cinema, we met 3 young kids on the street asking for money. They looked just like the cast of the film, the 3 musketeer kids, cheeky, grubby, and walking the fine line between innocence and knowing way too much. It's tough in India discerning how, when, what to give. George bought them some fruit. It's a bottomless pit, you can't help everyone, but in the words of our good friend Maria…"it made a difference to them".
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