I hadn't realized the extent of the shell that had sealed my heart off from the rest of humanity. I had stopped feeling for others and my compassion was replaced by impatience and an eye to 'progress'. But those children with their Holi wishes and bright color... their sheer joy at being photographed, they broke through and made a small crack in the hard armor guarding my emotions. It almost physically hurt my chest and filled me with a brilliant light as I walked into town. Such a small thing, such a simple beauty. How have I become so detached? Whatever lies ahead, I'm going to try and remember this moment (and so many like it which have passed before) and keep my heart soft and yes, vulnerable. I will try.