As I knelt on the brickwork floor of one family’s home…I found myself crying. The village people who had gathered around were smiling – they were wealthy beyond measure….The simplicity of the lives of these ordinary, good-spirited and hard-working men and women who live and work in the brickworks moved me beyond belief….

From my book: Every Great Journey Starts Somewhere ~ Seven Days in India:http://www.blurb.com/books/3330805

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