Her eyes drew us first, tender and sweet, yet carrying the depth of Ganesha in his infinite wisdom. Dark brows arched above them, shaped as if to guard their quiet glow. In a city crowded with jagged faces, hers held a calm radiance. She let her gaze rest on the man too drunk and poor for others to acknowledge, and on the woman bent with fatigue from the subway’s grind. She did not look away. In her expression there was no judgment, only a gentle recognition, as if the simple act of seeing them was already an offering of kindness.