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100			_aManoranjan Byapari _9173461
245			_aImaan
260			_aBengali _bEka ,Westland Publications Private Limited _c2021
300			_a240 p. _bPB _c19x13 cm.
365			_aBLCR-000065 _b₹399.20 _c₹ _d₹499.00 _e20% _f05-10-2021
520			_aImaan Ali had entered Central Jail as an infant with his mother, who was charged with the murder of his father. Zahura Bibi died when he was six, and he grew up, shuttling between a juvenile remand home and the boys ward in the prison. Now, twenty years later, he has been released. With no family or home to return to, he ends up at the Jadavpur railway station, becoming a ragpicker on the advice of a former jail-mate, an expert pickpocket. The world of the free baffles him, and although the people living in the shanties by the railside—rickshaw-pullers, scrap-dealers, tea-stall owners, and those who sell dead bodies for a little bit of money—welcome him into their fold, life on a platform is both disillusioning and frightening at once; far more frightening than the precincts he was familiar with. This, too, is a prison, like the one he came from; that was small, and this is much larger. But no one went hungry in the jail he came from. If nothing else, one had a roof on their head, got three square meals, a blanket to sleep on. To get away from this odd world, Imaan wishes to return to the secure existence of a prison cell. He finds out that while there is only one door to get out of prison, there are a thousand doors to return to it—like theft, murder, rioting or rape. But is Imaan up to the task? Is he capable of committing a crime?.
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700			_aBYAPARI (Manoranjan) _91242
700			_aSINHA (Arunava) Tr _91243
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