Day Twenty-Eight

Being in Kolkata is like walking through a living kaleidoscope. We experience ever-changing scenes and colors, smells and car horns, shops and rickshaws, people and animals, rain and heat. Within the span of twenty seconds you may see an auto whizzing by on your right, a Muslim woman wearing the hijab head covering on your left, a child sleeping with a layer of cardboard and newspaper between her and the sidewalk in front of you, a man walking two trained monkeys on leashes, a dog sniffing through trash, and an elderly man boiling eggs over a small flame. Within the next twenty seconds, all these scenes change...