YOu must have seen young ragpickers rummaging through garbage. Try and put yourself in such a child's position and write an essay on what an average day in the life of a ragpicker is like. Write an essay in first person.

The rag picker, with a gunny bag on his shoulder is a universal pitiable figure in all the metropolitan cities in India. One can find a Ramanna in Chennai, a Ramnath in Delhi, an Edward in Cochin, a Karim in Kanpur, and Balu in Chandigarh dressed in shabby clothes moving in the lanes and by lanes of these beautiful cities. The rag picker, a dirty boy, moves with a small stick to shoo off the street dogs. None sympathizes with him. No one takes a pity on him. He is rather a hateful sight in the posh localities of New Delhi and Mumbai for the collects dirty rags from heaps and mounds of rubbish.

The rag picker, generally below teens, is no one’s child. He might have come from a remote village. He might have been abandoned by his parents. He may be working under a slum mafia who has provided a roof to him to sleep. But in many cases he is an orphan who sells his rags in the evening for rupees ten to twenty and after meals sleeps anywhere in the open.

Like animals a rag picker braves the scorching heat of the summer or shivering cold of the winter. He can’t complain to anyone. None would listen to his crying heart. When the children in posh localities would sleep comfortably on foam cushions with their pets dog the rag picker would embrace the street dog to find some warmth in the cold night. His childhood has been snatched away from him by the apathetic society. The rice or chapatti hawker at the street comer is his only friend who would provide him food for a few rupees. Dirty unbathed body, dirty clothes, dirty rags, dirty chapattis and dirty dishes is his whole world.

But a rag picker is a human being. He has sentiments and emotions. He too has his dreams however childish they may be. He too fancies of a bright future. But he is crushed every day. His dreams are never realized. He wants to forget them or to have more superficial fancies. He goes to the panwala in a lane of Kalba Devi in Mumbai, Connaught Place in New Delhi or Annasalai in Chennai. He exchanges 50% of his income for a dose of smack or brown sugar. He is in his land of fancies. But he becomes a drug addict and invites death much before his youth starts.