I am in the street since I was six years old. My mother is ill and my father works as a labor in the construction but he is always drunk and does not care about us. I have a little sister of eight years old who lives with my mother. My mother is about to give birth to another baby. My father hates me as I am his step-son. I have never seen my real father. I like my life in the street as i can do whatever I want. I earn more than Rs. 500 begging in the street. I also give those money to my mother. Sometimes I sniff upto three packets of glue.