Kolkata. Early this morning I met a friend and walked around the city. I don't think I took many good photographs because too much was happening. At a certain point, we boarded an auto rickshaw, and after a few minutes, another woman joined us with her five year old girl, dressed in a crisp white uniform and obviously on her way to school. The girl kept crying and screaming at the top of her lungs that she didn't want to go while violently kicking and hitting the seat in front of her in desperation. The driver tried to shush her, which only made her scream more. By the time we reached her school, she was a little quieter (but not much), and as we left her with her mother there on the sidewalk,the girl looked more terrified than any child her age should be. When I was young, I would cry when my older brother when to school, mostly because I wanted to go too but was too young. One day I came home from nursery school crying that I never wanted to go again. It took my mother some time to discover that I didn't want to go because I had seen another child be beaten with the paddle.