“Life is not easy for me. I barely make enough to survive. Sometimes, I sleep in my rickshaw and sometimes, I sleep in an abandoned area with men like me. Men who failed in life, men who failed their families. There is a lot I need to return on what I have borrowed and I feel I am being followed. Sometimes it feels real and scares me and sometimes I know my mind is telling me things which are not real. I am surviving in this crowd, in the silence of dark alleys and the loudness of busy markets. People who ride my rickshaw still bargain. Sometimes, I tell them to keep their money for themselves. Sometimes I just take whatever they give me.”