Praveen was out of station with his backpack. The backpack felt heavy on his back because of clothes he was carrying. He brought a lot because he didn't know when he would come back here again. He stepped out of the station while carrying a bag of food containing his meals.In front of the station was quite crowded that afternoon. There were many private vehicles parked carelessly mixed with street vendors selling various food and other necessities. There were also many beggars who raised their hands asking for begging to passers-by.For some reason his eyes fell on an old man in shabby clothes sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk across the street. Although sitting cross-legged but still holding a stick in a standing position. The turban he was wearing also looked shabby. His beard and mustache were left long and unkempt.He was silent when Praveen approached him. Praveen only realized when he looked closely at his white eyeballs. He was blind. What a pity, a blind old man had to beg
The journey back to Mumbai felt so long because Praveen was not calm. He felt troubled. This was all because of the prophecy of an old man named Thakur in Chandrapur. He would get difficulties and troubled days. He tried to dismiss the prophecy, but the oldman's prophecy kept ringing. He knew, it was just a prediction, not necessarily turn into a reality. It could be that the oldman was wrong in predicting his fate, or it could be that he was not a good fortune teller. If he really was a good fortune teller, of course he wouldn't act like a beggar who spent his days in front of the station. He could have had a better life because many people came to him asking for fortune-telling.Ah, why do I keep thinking about it? He thought. So far he didn't really believe what people say, he believed more in himself. When he had lofty dreams of becoming a movie star and people around him laughed at him, he didn't care and kept going to Mumbai for auditions here and there.Until the early hours o
Praveen stepped unsteadily. He didn't expect to be like this, being an expelled at Uncle Mahindra's house. But he admitted, it was his fault. What Auntie Jana said was true. It's only natural she was angry. Anyone will be offended if they were not considered. Ah, why did he forget to tell them at that time? After receiving the news, he immediately decided to go to Chandrapure without thinking.He did feel nervous at the time. To the extent that he also forgot about the audition he participated in. Passed or not, he felt no longer important. All he could think about was how he could go back to Chandrapur and saw his mother for the last time. And that was too late.Now he doesn't know where to go. He had no friends or relatives in Mumbai. Of the twenty million inhabitants of Mumbai, he only knew Uncle Mahindra's family.Praveen didn't want to beg the woman to stay. It was no for him to beg like a beggar. He already knew Auntie Jana didn't like him staying there even if it was just a pla
"My life is not as beautiful as people imagine! They only saw that I was a rich businessman with endless treasures for seven generations. They didn't see how I worked hard from the start, starting from scratch. I experienced all the sufferings in life. In fact I once did not eat for a week because I did not have a penny. When I was young, I did everything to survive. Becoming food vendor, manual laborer at ports, barber, dyer worker in textile factory, I've done everything," Narendra Prasadh told his eldest daughter, Zoya.Zoya reverently listened to her father without interrupting a bit. She let her father talked about his past. It was the first time in her life that she had heard the story of her father's life, and she did not expect it at all. In her entire life she had never heard her father talk about his struggling for life.Even though she was the daughter of Narendra Prasadh, she was the same as everyone else. Only know that her father was rich. When she was born, her father
It was very lively that afternoon at the Gateway of India. Many come to spend time relaxing on the sea side waiting for the sunset. The gateway of India is one of Mumbai's most famous icons. Every tourist who comes here both local and foreign, do not forget to take pictures in front of the gate overlooking the Arabian sea.Praveen was already here feeding the seagulls with the bread crumbs he bought earlier. Dozens of birds swarmed in front of him while pecking at the crumbs he had scattered. They looked tame. He didn't get tired of feeding them until he ran out of bread. More fun than just taking selfies. For a moment the mind was distracted. He didn't remember that he had just been kicked out by Auntie Jana.A group of teenage girls passed in front of him. He was busy feeding the birds. They whispered to each other and then smiled to him, perhaps surprisingly a young man with a charming face looked attentively feeding the birds.Praveen looked indifferent and didn't care about the g
At 9.30 pm, he arrived in front of the PN Shelter. The building looked more as a large warehouse than a shelter. For a moment he hesitated to move on, but he had no other choice but to stay here instead of sleeping in front of the shops. It's probably safer here, at least free from police raids that come to pick up homeless. Indeed, it was not every day that the police raid poor people, but recently had often been carried out due to the security situation not so conducive.Praveen dragged his steps towards the entrance of the shelter towards a table near the door. A man in his fifties with a gray mustache and beard sat there like a watchdog."Good night, Uncle." Praveen greeted him. "Can I stay here for a night or two?"The man looked at Praveen probingly. Maybe he didn't expect a young man in neat clothes to come to sleep in the shelter. His appearance was far from shabby like most homeless people"Why do you want to sleep here?""Because I have no place to stay. I just got kicked ou
"Make sure everything goes according to the plan. Don't let it go wrong. Wherever she is, make sure someone is stalking her unnoticed. Is that clear?" Narendra Prasadh said to Rajesh."Yes sir! Everyone is ready. I have clearly instructed them.""Is it clear where she placed in Dharavi?""Yes! Even our people are already there.""Good. But don't make it flashy or even revealed. It might all fall apart. If she finds out that everything had been set, it's still better. What I'm worried about is... if the people find out that she's my daughter. Her safety could be in danger." There was still a hint of worry in Narendra Prasadh's words.He knew that placing Zoya in Dharavi was indeed a high risk, especially in terms of safety and security. However, he would not reverse the decision. His daughter needs to get some mental training before taking the CEO seat. In Dharavi her sensitivity would be honed. At least she was more concerned with the working class so that later she would not be arbit
"Can you take me to Dharavi?" Zoya asked approaching."Of course!" replied the taxi driver with a big smile. He was a young man with the age of about 29 years. "Use the meter or not?""What is the difference?""If don't use a meter, it's about 200 rupees.""With the meter?""It's a bit expensive, it could be more than 200 rupees," said the taxi driver. He seemed to have memorized the tariff by heart."You don't have to use the meter, then.""Please get in!" the driver let Zoya in.Zoya opened the back door. She put her bag in first and then sit. The taxi immediately moved.Ten minutes Zoya was silent while directing her eyes outside. Her chest thumped a little thinking what she should do there. Obviously she would find lodging first. She knew there were also hotels worth staying for a while before getting rented.The taxi driver occasionally glanced at her through the rearview mirror. Looked like he wanted to talk, but hesitated.He cleared his throat a few times."You live in Dharavi