In another part of Churachandpur town, a still groggy-eyed S. Benjamin attends to a group of Manipuri tribal youth who have called at his house. A theologian by training, he patiently gathers their used syringes and needles and replaces them with fresh ones, free of cost. After an early brunch, he rushes to his office where a larger group is waiting to exchange their works. During the day, among other things, Benjamin goes about distributing fresh works to addicts at designated street corners at specified times and even goes hunting absentees and new faces who may or may not do him the'favour' of accepting the freebies.