When I left from Dharavi, I was a new person. My faith in humanity was renewed. Appearances are deceptive, I had always heard. But on that rainy day, I experienced it.
The girl loved the doll . She herself was named Gudiya (Doll) by her mother. Her doll was the only thing which gave her pleasure in what was a dull life .
The summer heat died one autumn night. He came to see me on a stolen bike. Tucked under his arms was a jar. The buzzing of insects was a hellish crescendo.