“Did you say juggler?” “Yes, I'm a juggler.” His white teeth dazzled. I raised my eyebrows, still not believing this young man sitting next to me on the bus from Kanchipuram. He had been sitting for about 20 minutes before he spoke to me, about the time I decided I wanted to say something to him. Surely he read my mind. But a juggler? Oh my. This is India, where nearly every young person studies one of several topics at University: engineering, IT, finance, or medicine. Juggling, never. “Do you have any videos to show me?” He smoothed his dark hair, widened his eyes, and searched his mobile. And there he was—juggling balls, clubs, sticks, torches of fire, sometimes while riding a unicycle, beaming that smile, his handsome face commanding the attention that he relished. He
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