One of the aspects I really enjoyed in India was seeing so many people in their native garb, garb that varied by region and accentuated the uniqueness of this vast and varied culture. This woman walked by my favorite corner to India watch and caught me snapping a photo of her. To many in my part of the world, a woman clothed such as this arouses suspicion, fear, enmity, derision. I see neither good nor bad, simply different. Who am I to judge? Different doesn’t mean it’s wrong. It simply is different. In it’s own way, this different is also beautiful.