You can almost hear Ravinder's heart beating. He knows that the tide has turned against him, and that no-one is going to find him before it's too late.
"Wait, wait, wait! I'll tell you what you want to know! Don't kill me, I've done nothing to Bikki!"
You drag Ravinder into an empty building. Some bricks are loose and there are some severe cracks in the walls, but it has not broken down until now, and you just hope it won't break down in the next thirty minutes or so. No-one pays any interest in you pushing the squirming Indian-looking man through the dirty streets of Kathmandu. Well, almost no-one: An elderly man on the street offers you milk tea and, as you decline, some special tea. "Very good price for you, my friends. For you, only 2000 rupees, because I didn't have any customers in this shitty weather."
As you finally reach the shelter - a forlorn house you used to play in, but which you knew you had to leave soon after nightfall, because bigger people used it as well - you tie Ravinder to a pole and start asking some question. He breaks, and sings his song:
"Bikki came to us a couple of months ago. He was beaten up by some street rats, and we brought him to the temple. Sai Baba himself spoke his blessing upon him, and the gods saw fit to answer this blessing and relieve Bikki from his wounds. He, whose life is without sins, are the blessed.
"We never held Bikki, I swear to you by the Heavens and the Earth. After what had happened, we offered him food and shelter, as we thought he would deserve it more than anyone. And so he stayed, and he became one of our most devoted family members. He listened to our lores, and proofed wise beyond his years. At this time, unfortunately, I had little to do with him. It was brother Ram Kumar who cared for him.
"Then something terrible happened. I have to say, before I say something, that we are a good people. We feed the hungry, we heal the sick, we treat the wounded, and we host those without shelter. Neither food nor medicine nor houses are for free, and so we are always in dire need of money.
"One day, a company aproached us. They were Japanse, and called themselves faruke. It was them who did this to Musaa. They offered us a tremendous sum, if they were allowed to try out some stuff on him. They said, it wouldn't hurt him, and we only saw the thousands of people we could support with this money. And so we agreed."
