India, April 30 -- In the afternoon heat of late April, Hadees, a rickshaw puller, is waiting for his next customer. Seated at the back of the rickshaw, parked under the shade of a peepal tree, he agrees to become a part of our Proust Questionnaire series, in which citizens are nudged to make "Parisian parlour confessions", all to explore our distinct experiences. When needed, they quietly lend me money. and quietly take it back when I return the amount. Being unable to rise in life is my big fault. I started as a rickshaw walla 23 years ago, and I'm still a rickshaw walla. Not enough money to buy the more convenient battery rickshaw, costing Rs.1.5 lakh. I'm yet to experience it-to drive a battery rickshaw. My life is my misfortune. I make...