Most cyclo-rickshaw drivers don't have phones. 

They don't have mirrors, and if they do, they're dim.

They have no pictures of themselves.

I don't want to take pictures of them. They wouldn't refuse, but pointing a camera at them seems brutal and disrespectful. I don't speak their language yet, and they wouldn't feel comfortable. They are thin, often visibly exhausted. They have tough bodies and a carefree street style - they wear whatever they're given or what they find. 

I hand them my phone and ask them to make a selfie. They look at themselves the same way they look at anyone else. There's no effort to be presentable or to put on a face. 

When I learn enough Hindi to talk to them in simple sentences, I have tea with them. It makes me feel good. They don't go over thought after thought in their minds and they don't want to be anybody else than who they are. They are proud to support their children who go to school. 

Their smiles are a jewel in the filth of Delhi.