“Whoa, whoa” will forever be on repeat in my mind. I hope I never forget the way the corner of her little mouth moved up and to the left as she curiously questioned me and used the only words she knew as a toddler. Bhoomi lived in a tin hut in an area of the community that was everything you imagine a slum to be - flies, garbage, scavenging dogs, sickness and disease, barefoot children and burdened parents - but like everything in India, there is more than meets the eye. As