"On some days — I am not sure which days, but on some days — they feed the impoverished ones at night. Chaos ensues: dirty men and women in a haphazard line are served khichri on paper plates, mangy dogs with hopes of leftovers wait behind them, saliva dripping from their tongues." The work is built from nights spent with the outcasts of Calcutta, in pictures made with their consent and in texts written from what they told the author.