The little river is brimming...brought into life perhaps. Wild...wild and harsh after it was shrunken to death... But They are Caught in between... Dilapidated shelters..commensurate with their tragic,inglorious lives! "Boi,khata,kagoj....." City's scrap paper salesman is shouting his business cry..walking down the streets.. for a nickel and dime...But its been raining for a day or two!! City is slowing down...an abrupt but perfect holiday.. A day to listen to the tracks...forgotten... Makes no difference to Him.