Shadows of Dharavi - Roshmon Effect
Part I: The Arrest In the heart of Dharavi, where narrow alleys crisscross like tangled threads, lived young Raju. His world was a patchwork of corrugated tin roofs, the rhythmic clatter of looms, and the pungent scent of spices. Raju’s parents toiled in the leather workshop, their dreams stitched into every wallet they crafted.One sweltering afternoon, as the sun painted the walls golden, Raju stumbled upon an old, tattered wallet near the community well. Curiosity danced in his eyes as he peeked inside. A wad of crumpled notes—more money than Raju had ever seen—lay nestled within. His heart raced; he imagined his parents’ joy if he handed it over. But fate is a fickle weaver. As Raju clutched the wallet, constables materialized like specters. They accused him of theft, their eyes hard and unyielding. Raju’s innocence crumbled against their accusations, and he found himself in the cold embrace of a jail cell. Part II: The Greed Across the city, in a dimly lit room, sat Kishore, a...
