They were working their way up the tea plantation when we saw them. When we started to take photos of them, the lot broke into broad grins and excitedly gathered around the camera to look at their photo like they were teenage girls again. Amongst them, the extroverted started to tease or pose while holding up tea leaves and the rest would laugh. Amidst all that laughter, I saw her. Like the others, she was smiling while watching the tomfoolery. When I picked up the camera and suggested taking a photo of her alone, that smile abruptly disappeared. She looked into the camera, like she was looking into my eyes and telling me her life story. It became clear to me, only then, that she must have been wounded, emotionally, at a point in her life.