earns a living selling soft drinks and postcards at Gateway.
He has three "wives" who share him with occasional fights
and arguments, but generally get on OK. Haresh: "When I was
six years old I already had polio. One day a train stopped
at our village for the first time. It made my heart very happy
to see it and I climbed up into it to look. Before I could
get down it carried me off, and after two months on the train
begging and cleaning the floor I came to Bombay. This year
- after seventeen years - I went back to my village for the
first time. At that time my father had two houses in the village
and we always ate well. Now my mother, father and my sister
are all dead; the only one left is my young brother. He was
very happy to see me, he has so much love for me; he thought
I had died so many years ago. Now I want to go back to the
village and help my brother become a truck driver. But my
wife likes Bombay; she likes the street life too much."