I Only Have My Mom, My Mom Only Has Me.

Babul Sheikh is a 14 year old from Bangladesh, the son of an ad director, who died in a plane crash. Babul was just a toddler then. Soon enough, the upper middle class family was on the verge of being engulfed and pushed below the poverty line. 

Keeping the son in mind and their depleting financial status, Babul's mother decided to remarry. The new husband, like many, subjected the duo to abuse. Agitated, the mother had to divorce him.

This is how Babul came to India. His mother sent him to Kolkata to sell tea leaves and add to the family's meagre income. However, he was found lost and wandering and taken by a certain welfare center. Babul wants to leave from there soon and go to Bangladesh, because 

"Aamar shudu aamar Maa 

Maar shudu aami "

<I only have my mother, and mother only has me>

An Innocent Vegetable Seller Gets Harassed By Corrupt Police Officials.

Meet Md. Rohit. He was a vegetable seller from Nepal who aimed to sell vegetables in India and earn some money for his family. 

Young, isn't he? Yes. I was touched too. He crossed the border illegally. But maybe seizing all his vegetables and all his money isn't the punishment our Constitution bestows on such people. Why? Because that is exactly what the corrupt border policemen did. This poor boy was left homeless, in a strange random country with no one or thing to call his own.
Then Rohit came to Kolkata somehow. He managed to arrange for food everyday. He also made a new friend. 

He met someone who introduced him to all kinds of bad habits within a MONTH. Yes. You read that right. The kid who should be going to school spent his childhood getting wasted.
His friend, the provider of all this poison, was 18. Rohit hated his company. But then, he couldn't lose his only source of food. On the 15th day, Rohit finally managed to call his father. His father promised to land up in a week. He didn't. So Rohit had to spend a whole week on the station, after which he met his father.

2 weeks of horror. To celebrate it's end, they went to thank the Goddess Kali at her temple in Kolkata. Somehow, the goddess instead of taking away their sorrow, took away their happiness. Rohit's father didn't return from the inside of the temple. No one knows where he went. 

Rohit was lost again. Like millions of other kids. His current residence we shall not reveal for obvious reasons and protection of identity. But wherever he is, he is happy and loved. Reminiscing the fall of his shattered dreams.