This picture was taken in Old Goa. After a tour of the churches of the area, since there was a festival going on and an impromptu outdoor mall had been set up with all kinds of vendors, our guide decided to take us through the shopping crowds. Everything was lively and all kinds of things were being sold. It was a wonderful open air market. Some sold roasted chickpeas and they were being roasted on the spot. I went back and took this picture of the man beside his rustic oven–made of stones, mud, and bits of scavenged metal plates–taking out a tray of roasted chickpeas and dumping them into a bucket. He worked fast and every movement seemed efficient. He was kind and didn’t scowl at me when I crowded him. Only later did I notice that the fan he used to keep cool looked like a halo behind his head. In the churches of Old Goa I’d seen many statues and altars of saints with golden halos, but for me sainthood lies with ordinary people who survive by working hard and giving their best, even during times of adversity. So my vote for sainthood goes to this fellow with his steel-fan-halo of sacredness.