Hari had fled his small fishing village of Thul in Raigad district because his family was drowning in debt, his mother was bedridden with tuberculosis, and his father was an alcoholic. Arriving at Bombay Central railway station, Hari was overwhelmed by the deafening roar of traffic, the sea of hurried strangers, and towering buildings.
Penniless, thirsty, and trembling with hunger, he wandered down the narrow, congested gullies of the city looking for any place where he could earn a crust of bread.