This side of India kills all hope and breeds new generations of despair and ugliness. This oppression assassinates the morals, insults the mind, clouds the senses, and wounds the heart so that the beauty of India cannot be appreciated. In this country where a cow can be a god, the livestock are everywhere. Water buffalo and cattle compete with traffic in the middle of the city. Herds of goats and sheep crowd roads in the country.
Every hut has goats, sheep, water buffalo, oxen, chicken, and an occasional pig staked outside.
Yet in the abundance there is starvation. The villagers and their beasts of burden toil hard for little food. Skeletal children with dim sunken eyes and potbellies sit silently at their mother's weary feet. Stunted calves otter from malnutrition next to their bony mothers. Everything eats the garbage and ends another day with too little hope and too little sustenance as they fill their stomachs with twigs and stems.