An ordinary day at Nirmal Hriday: In the washing room nuns gather up rags and sheets to boil in vats in the rear. The white door leads to the morgue, where the body of the man at right will be delivered.
|"In the women's room nuns mop
and bathe the women -- excrement everywhere. The little blind girl looks
like a concentration camp victim. Her arms are like broomsticks, her chest
skeletal. There are several new patients, their legs drawn up like
fetuses. Some can't control their bodily functions. That's often the most
sad, because they realize their loss of control and are ashamed.
"The women are fed lots of food, the sisters mop up again, then medicine, injections, clean beds, then lunch of fish, vegetables and rice."