When I first saw this young man begging for change on a busy street corner in New Delhi he was making repetitive, rhythmic, and hypnotic clicking sounds with his tongue and mouth. When I asked if I could take his photo, he not just smiled, he beamed. That genuine, pure, and heartfelt smile seemed so incongruous with the life he must have led. Could he possibly find happiness in such a tortured existence? How miraculous, mysterious, and varied our coping mechanisms are.