“Write your name and do not forget to mention your father name and his contact number and do sign on the bottom right of page so we can let your father know what you have done and how his son evolving to a full fledged criminal” the man in uniform must be the IN charge of this station specially built for teenagers like me asking me to write my father name and his contact number I guess it must be the legal procedure to follow through and its not his mistake asking an orphan to provide information about his guardian or parents, Sir I do not know have any father, mother or any relative and as well I don't have any legal name as well I call myself kartik will it work if I write my name kartik “I asked him” he started laughing and I was not surprised or anything I'm used to it now, so you really do not have a father or any parents “he asked me with a smug smile on his face”, I replied without words only nodded and I was scared but didn’t cry because I know very well crying and smiling won’t do any good to me or bring any miracle for me, ok just write your name as you like and go sleep along with your brothers will wake you once the Investigating Officer of your case Mr. Murthi arrives “he ordered me” but I kind of liked the way he called other thieves my brothers and I followed his orders and walked towards the cell to sleep with a smelly blanket and passed out instantly and escaped to my virtual world of dreams where my existence is the only thing valuable and more important than the entire world, but I'm no more just an orphan I got promoted to criminal just for stealing food and sneaking in a guest room of a rich person daily to sleep “hey wake up your I.O. is here and the constable dragged me out of my dreams before even stepping in my world I guess this is what I get for being a criminal” an around 50 with a tyre type stomach was standing behind the constable so you are...