“I am the son of Rangay Badi. My name is Deepak Badi. I have had a little to drink this morning. There was a celebration in the town yesterday. And there was goat meat. They were generous to give me a little. So I thought I need some drink to swallow it. I only had 50 rupees so I packed the mutton in some paper and went and bought some local. I returned to the party and played the Maadal. I can also sing. I do everything. That is all. When I woke up this morning, I was feeling hungover. I started thinking if only I had a little to drink, I would feel just right. I walked on the river banks aimlessly. I remember I had 20 rupees in my pocket. My body was aching. So I climbed up to the Bus Park. I gave the 20 to the Sauni and told her to pour me a glass. I told her, “I am feeling discomfort so pour me a glass. The headache is starting, please give me some.” And I drank that glass. The pain has lessened. Maybe I can find some work later. A man had asked for me to clean his septic tank. It is a difficult job but the pay is good. One tank and it can feed my wife and children for five to six days. Oil, mustard, rice and some vegetables. You might feel sad for me but do not be. I have friends too who are in high places. Some of the kids I grew up with are lawyers in the district court. Some of them have done very well.”