Arbind has been spent 20 years of his life in the less caring maroon-colored house of the last street. He never complained or never cared for the words of those rigid people of the house. What he did sincerely was obeying orders of the housing member for long years without any hesitation or any oppose. Arbind was like the most important but useless person for them, but alas he never unhappy even after knowing this bitter truth. Now, who is Arbind? To know him, you have to travel for long years back. In late 1970 a child born to a very poor