I have been in Dimow Dhemaji, a remote village in Assam India for over a week now. India is a country of indescribable beauty, complex yet very simple lives, opportunity, and growth with no limit in sight, but also a harsh awakening to the severity of a developing country.

Old women sit, their mouths never stop moving as they chew bittle nut often with tabaco. Many of the men and women alike are adorned in silver and gold rings and bangles. Women in saries of every pattern and design colour the street. Children play unsupervised games of cricket, soccer, and tag.