He was gutting a swine in an auto rickshaw. “You stay in this locality brother?” The pig squealed, and its arteries climaxed on the surface of the knife. “No, I don’t want the problem of water shortage.” The driver’s soft voice fell silent. He looked at the severed head of the creature and waited patiently for a sales pitch. “It’s an industrial area sir; you won’t face load shedding.” The pig’s body shook violently, and prophets blinked in its dead gaze.