"[That woman] once came to Calcutta. When four or five of them went out in an open motor with burqas, the boys on the street would say, "Oma! What are those?" They would say to each other, "Be quiet! They can't help but become ghosts at this time of night." When they saw the burqa's veil fluttering in the wind, they would say, "Look, look. The ghosts' bodies are moving! Father! Run away!""