I wandered into the dim market. The stench of meat, internal organs and skin of beasts. Fresh blood is flowing under my feet like a river. Herds of black and white goats are tied together. Many chickens in the net are making noises. A group of men are fielding them silently. Killing them at this place, cleaning up at this place, and selling them at this place as items. Slaughter, dissection, selling them as meat and also a small side business. “Fresh, fresh”. I was pressed against the meat. Certainly, it was very fresh indeed. 
Heads fell as “Ha!” creped out from his throat. Every morning 20 goats are offered as sacrifices. This proceeding is witnessed by Hindu devotees watching gratefully. Besides that, five young black goats that were slashed were lying around. They seemed to eat the bodies. In this Kali temple, there is a pond for bathing and a statue of Lord Shiva is nestled on the edge. The person in charge of the temple beckoned to me. I wonder what it is. “How many of you in the family?”. “Four of us.”, I replied. “In that case please pay 4000 rupees, thank you”. Why?
Cars laden with loudspeakers and terrifying-looking women, with onlookers surrounding them. They occupied the road and the horns became more and more intense. Protests seemed to be occupying the city in response to the group rape in Delhi. Mother Theresa began her activities in this street, where passion seems to suit this place very well. However, leaving the hustle and bustle one step back led to a morass where a man is crouching on the edge. He was not taking a break, but trying to avoid the wear of his movement. Quietness, sitting still, is being thought in the majority of the days. Well no, as there were also several people moving around. They fished with poor fishing tools, staring into the quietness around. The roads that I know of in Japan are always clean and peaceful, where begging and plagues are gone, brawls and angry voices are reduced, odors are removed, and horns cannot be heard that often. Will Kolkata become like that in the future? That might happen. Nonetheless, I feel that the chaos in the city cannot be compared to anywhere else in the world. With a population of 5 million people in this ancient civilization plagued with tremendous poverty, hope for growth is swirling around. This glitter, clean and peaceful, changing into a smile must be a lovely thing for Kolkata, for India, and for Japan who hopes that it can be a source of energy for India.
But to me, this glare, this alien world, is reflected in an irreplaceable beloved light.
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