Then, someone tapped my shoulder.
A man had followed me in and in his ruddy, calloused hands was my debit card. I had left it in the ATM slot. I almost doubled over saying thank you and all, but he gave me the card, smiled, and left. I wish I'd have the presence of mind to ask him if he'd have liked an iced tea or something. If you are in Pune right about now, you'll know just how dry and difficult the heat is. For someone to get out into the sun for anything other than their own work really takes something.
So grateful for the goodness!