Thanks, Russ.
It's actually a 'gal' sitting there - one of the many widows living on the streets of Varanasi - and was never intended to be anything other.
Poor woman, what a destiny! With all those fortune tellers around, you'd think she'd have migrated before her parents flogged her off the books! Shows you, though, can't escape destiny. As I, too, discovered, what's for you won't go around you, and what's not you might as well forget. Trouble is, how do we know which is which, or is it as Saul Leiter said: nobody knows what's what, and when they do, it's too late?
;-)