Translation of: Cherā cherā jībana

The world of the free baffles him, and although the people living in the shanties by the railside-rickshaw-pullers, scrap-dealers, tea-stall owners, and those who sell dead bodies for a little bit of money-welcome him into their fold, life on a platform is both disillusioning and frightening at once; far more frightening than the precincts he was familiar with. This, too, is a prison, like the one he came from; that was small, and this is much larger. But no one went hungry in the jail he came from. If nothing else, one had a roof on their head, got three square meals, a blanket to sleep on. To get away from this odd world, Imaan wishes to return to the secure existence of a prison cell. He finds out that while there is only one door to get out of prison, there are a thousand doors to return to it-like theft, murder, rioting or rape. But is Imaan up to the task? Is he capable of committing a crime?