Flower Seller, Nuwara Eliya
We were driving up a switchback road in the Central Highlands and the rain was torrential, even by South Asian standards. We drove past this boy selling flowers, only to watch as he sprinted up the bank to meet us on the next switchback, and then again on the third switchback, we got the driver to stop. The boy was out of breath and almost in tears, no shoes and soaked to the skin. We gave him some money - he kept the flowers.