My father drinks alcohol. My father beats my mother after drinking alcohol. He stays in the park, in the “khadda” – the big hole. He keeps roaming around.

My father’s uncle brought us here because my mother wanted to leave. She was fed up. My grandmother used to beat her. “Dadi” beat us too so we came here.

My mother begs. She begs for money. Somebody gives her 10 rupees. We drink tea in the morning. If someone gives us food then we eat.

I like staying here in the park. When it rains we come to the market to sleep. We go to the ironsmith’s place. We used to get candles and light them when there was no electricity. They would burn the whole night.