INDIA . . Beggar Bunch . . . During the past month, I have sketched many of the beggars I was once unable to look in the eye. Gradually, they have become real people to me, with egos, laughing and crying the same as I. Sitting on the sidewalk in Nasik beside Baba, I have become a beggar, by choice. After a week of this, I bow "namaste" to Baba, go back to the hotel, shower, dress and board a bus for Bombay. I feel cleansed and connected with all! . . . I've decided to search for Anne and Greg.