This is the story of a little boy growing up in a remote village and then in a Tea Estate of Assam. The story moves to a college hostel and then to Moscow and finally to Mumbai via Delhi. It talks of people, some honest and others not so, about the unjust system here in India and there in Moscow. In between there are many anecdotes, laughter, joy and happiness. Although narrated in the first person, the protagonist of the story is not one individual; he is a mix of many persons. Readers may be able to identify some of the characters, but they are all imaginary. Actually there is little difference between life and fiction! I hope readers will enjoy.