“Every time I went to the train station to buy goods, I would see him, quietly sitting by the corner. He wouldn’t be begging. I heard a few people say that one day he just arrived there and has been there since. He would eat what the nearby shop-owners offered. So one day, I went to talk to him but he didn’t answer much. He would just utter a few words. I felt sorry for him. So I decided to take him home. I tried to find out where he is from but no one knew so I assume he has wandered a long way. It has been six years now and I and my family take care him. He has become family. And we worry if he wanders too far.” (Sanjay Yadav, Alau Kuniya, Parsa)

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