Born in a prison, raised by a mother who conceived him out of wedlock, brought up in the streets he is a much confused child. Now sixteen though he does not reflect his age, Davoo ( not his real name) was brought here about a year ago.
He attends a school about a mile away from here. There is a shrine in front of the school. Davoo frequents the shrine ‘to pray’. From what he does, praying is not his only intention. He has learned to steal from the offering box. When questioned he goes into denial and then owns up his act with no sign of regret. He has also mastered the art of shop-lifting.
“ My mother used to send me to pick up things from wayside shops when I was little. I can’t resist the temptation to steal.” When questioned about his reluctance to study he quips: “ I am not interested in studying. Why do you force me? I can manage to earn a living without this meaningless and troublesome business of studying!. You can leave me alone! I don’t want to stay here! I don’t mind going to jail!”
Davoo smiles nonchalantly, and has a charm of his own! Davoo needs attention, love, understanding and above all divine assistance!