In the year 2004, my joint family split up. It was ugly. My father was into the family business uptil then. All of a sudden at the age of 35 he was jobless with a family of 4 to support. I remember during the split the furniture was going away. My home that was always full looked as if it was robbed. I had a liking to a music system but my aunt took it away saying she got it. Heartbreaking it was. My father was frantically searching for a job. He got one for 5k. I was studying in DPS. My fees amounted to that money. In the freezing winters of january my father went out at 3am to get cement trucks unloaded. My teachers commented on my worn out uniform. I found it extremely difficult for in my school everyone was rich. My mother walked to my brothers playschool, my lil bhai just 5 then did not want to walk. My mum too tired after all household chores dragged him, we couldnt even afford rickshaw rides. I saw her cry with helplessness. Today I am so proud of my father. We sailed through everything. Last year we bought our car! Yes we did. :-)
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 12:53:04 +0000
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