City of Kolkata, filled with millions of people, all
living their lives separately together, not knowing
one another unless having met somewhere before.
Filling sidewalks, looking for food, spices or saris,
sandals or jut looking wishfully at things they cannot
afford right now.
Children begging, their parents sending them out on the
streets with total strangers, instead of looking for
work themselves.
Poor, destitute and disabled, others walking or lying
on the sidewalk, eyes staring, possibly back to a time
when they were healthy and could take care of themselves.
A potpourri of religions, beliefs and cultures, all try-
ing to find a niche in India where they can thrive, liv-
ing another day with hope of a tomorrow.
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