| HIS ADDRESS, like that of millions in this country, was the footpath. Ashok had known no home, no family, no education. In order to still the hunger in his belly and to keep himself in clothes, he had turned his hand to anything; from petty jobs to pickpocketing. He had dreams of better days, but did not know how he would fulfil them. These dreams took a keen edge when he found himself attracted by Nimmo, the daughter of a Railway Watchman, who lived near his habitat. Ashok sang to amuse the girl but she took him instead for a loafer. Then, quite as suddenly as he had found her, he lost the girl. In the meantime, a neat job with his nimble fingers had given him contact with a shady character through whom he got a sort of a job with the inmates of House No. 44. In running his new job Ashok temporarily forgot Nimmo, until she came into his life again as a co-worker. What happened?
Was the Vice-hold of the `Kaptaan, outfit too strong for Ashok and Nimmo? The climax of `HOUSE NO. 44 is all that you expect of it
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