Trapped in Benares

I'm starting to feel like i've been trapped in this city forever (kinda like the chickens) and it has been wearing on me, but this place has a way of reeling you back in. You can't trust anyone here that has anything to do with the tourist industry directly. Someone will come up to you and be freindly and buy you a chai (often the chai walla is in on it. you might wonder how i know that? everytime someone buys you a chai you have to watch the exchange of money often the bills they hand the chai walla are just peices of newspaper cut to look like money). then they want to take you to their shop where they manufacture sarrees or something else. "i give you good deal, you get wholesale cost trust me!". what they don't tell you is that they are getting commission for bringing you to someone elses shop (alot of commision). Shop owners already double the price of their products for foreigners. when a tout bring you to a shop the price can be 3 to 10 times more than what you should be paying. The worst part about the touts is that they are relentless! alot of them are rickshaw drivers and will intentionally go out of their way to take you to a shop where they get comission often refusing to take you to your original destination until you go inside and have a look. This is only half of the frustrating things that sometimes make you want to flip out.
then you happen to meet some normal and honest people. The little guy on the left was like most kids out playing and asked me to take a picture of him and his friend. I asked him if he had e-mail or some way for me to send it to him. He got very excited and insisted that i come with him. He ended up taking me home to get his older brothers cell number for me to send it to him. His whole family was there chopping onions and tomatoes in their little two room house (inside a much larger building containing at least twenty other families). his older brother explained that they were doing prep work for the cafe he worked at. His mother served me chai and some hard bread( that was a little like biscotti) while i tried to talk with the older brother. the whole experience was an incredible veiw of indian home life and exactly what i needed to dispel some of the frustration that has been building.