The specter of poverty, homelessness, disease, and death hangs over every city in India. I saw it at close hand twenty years ago, and saw it again in 2008. These men were lying near the gutter just outside of our hotel. I photographed them asleep in the dust of a Jaipur street and converted the color image to black and white, making the scene appear as grim as it really was. They do not see the naked child, a member of their extended family, brandishing a pair of crossed sticks over their exhausted bodies. It almost seemed as if the child had conquered these men. I would like to think that this child might someday have a better shot at life, a chance to live in a way that has so far eluded these adult members of his family. In that way, perhaps, he may yet triumph.