Children with dark eyes make their demands. “Photo?” No. “Puppy?” No. “Chocolate?” No. “Money?” No. “Yeah.” No. “Yeah.” No. “Money?” No. “Yeah.” We walk away, avoiding their gaze.
Buses, vans, taxis, motorcycles are a never-ending ensemble of honking. Count the breaths you take in a minute and multiply by 100. Now you know how much to honk.
Makeshift homes line the streets, highways. Fires everywhere, people huddled for warmth, for cooking.
Roadside food stands. Leathery-skinned, wrinkled women cloaked in bright colors are cooking, selling, serving.
The impossible task of keeping anything clean. Sweeping dirt off of dirt.
Cross the river, sit opposite the Taj. Twin boys walk hand in hand, barefoot, down the littered bank. Dripping nose, one boy runs to you, climbing through twisted barbed wire. Poetry. Agra is poetry.
— Lindsay Houts
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Lindsay Houts, one of NewsOK's editors, has traveled to India for a month as part of Rotary Club International's Global Study Exchange, a 48-year-old international cultural and vocational exchange program for young professionals.
• She's chronicling her “Incredible India” journey online at http://blog.newsok.com/lindsay-houts, and The Oklahoman will run some of her blog posts in print as she tours the country, meets with people who live there and gives presentations.
• Follow her travels online and follow Houts on Twitter @alamokie for updates. Here she writes about getting to Agra, India, where the Taj Mahal is located.