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There are some moments when the realisation of some lifelong scenarios happen to you in a second, and then there are ones which teach you a lot about the reality of life. What would be the life here in Dharavi? Will our existence matter again? How will the rich bloods live in a single room together? And the biggest of 'em all. What's in the black case?
To know about it all, wait for the darker Part 6.
Sorry readers! I know I'm late with this part, but guess what? I am occupied with my exams and even after getting it ready from days, I couldn't put it up for y'all here. Apologies! So, finally we're here with our Part 5. The one with the a thunderstrike of reality for all of us. I hope the ones who are following are liking it, and promise for making it early as possible towards the middle. Till then, keep reading, keep commenting, keep suggesting and Keep Engaging! 💙
The Face of Reality:
So, finally we were at some place. It was never a planned one for the rich bloods to reach nowhere but a slum, and that too the biggest one in downtown. We, with no other ways left with us, started ambling towards the inskirts of the area. People were staring at us in amusement. They looked startled at our appearance, as we wore good, clean, well ironed, and most importantly costly clothes. It was no sooner when we were walking, a man who looked short and old, with a whitish beard approached Dad. He asked him about us being from the Film city, and were here to shoot for a feature film. It was the first time after we had left home, I saw a real laugh on Dad's face. He explained him about that, we were here for some another motive and not any shooting of a film. We moved a lot more to finally reach somewhere. It was a muddy pool filled with dirty water, and flies and mosquitoes swarming over it. We stopped for a while to have a look around. We needed a desperate help at this point of time. As we didn't know anyone in Mumbai, it was a tough task for us to get into the atmosphere. But we tried our best. It was when we were looking around for someone, a man arrived at us looking at the hoarse crowd on our backs. We didn't realise that more than 25 people walked behind us during that by foot journey of a half kilometer. He shooed everyone away and asked us to have a seat in a nearby tea stall.
He asked us about our identity. Dad hesitated a bit before revealing the whole story to him as he looked resolute and a good man by appearance. He promised to help us. He directed us to follow him where he goes. We started for the same, obliging to his orders. After a journey of a half more kilometer towards the inside of Dharavi, we had reached a place which looked like a home. I thought of it being the place we were to stay, but no, we had to travel a bit more on our feet to reach a small room inside the cottage. It was too small for me to live, as my room in my home was a lot more larger than this. It was no sooner when I realised that it was for the three of us, and not me alone. That scared the shit out of me, being a kid who had an independent room from the very childhood. We put our bags down there in the corner, and that curiosity to find the secret of the black case still bewildered me. I was planning to open it up in the night hours to know vanish the anonimity finally. We were talking and thanking the man, when a loud noice started chaoting the atmosphere. We looked at the outside, the man exclaimed, The Dacoits!