Without the aid of glasses she can see only so far ahead, requiring her to slowly pick her way down the lane. She’s hunched over, but surprisingly agile, cautiously stepping around and over debris, touching the paan stained wall to steady herself until the vendor clogging the lane with his assorted offerings moves along, allowing her to continue on her way. She might have cataracts in one or both eyes, complicating her passage, allowing her to see only fuzzy shapes without ed