Meat Eating

Daily I see chicken upended and hanging from bicycle handle-bars, bunched at the legs, tied with any tie and tight according to the mercy of who did it. Tied like that they lie around the feet in rikshaws and sometimes their little heads hang over the edge. Scooters carry sheep with pairs of legs hanging on either side, belly over lap of pillion riders. By the road, on either side, butchers hang meat tucked into the same animal’s gut. They hang up the distended sacs on shop-fronts like flowers are hung.

I ask Sujaya and Yashas to not eat meat and be vegetarian like me. They tell me I am unkind and impolite to say that.