In this huge city, there is a dark and congested street. At the end of the street, there are fields of crops and jungle. Here there is a house made up of walls and a fishnet like roof. There is no protection from rain or sunlight. In this house, I saw only women. The environment was tense and suffocating. One woman was sitting there. Surprisingly her upper body was normal but her legs were ten feet long.

Seeing her in this misery, I asked her, “Madam, what is going on here?” She said that during her life on earth she was known for gossiping. Now she was incapable of walking and her legs were burning like charcoal. No one was there to sympathize with her.