Part 1: Hello to ‘Hell’

When I start to sit alone and think about life I feel very bad… We have so many plans with life but life, life has its own plan and make us a part… life has its own direction and we are behind shaping the perfect direction to our life. We feel we can make the life as we want but its life that pranks us all the time… you may be wondering like why I am taking so negative about life. Right? What could I expect from life being born and raised in middle , very middle class family . God does partiality in giving. My father drives auto and is 50 + mom is a typical housewife , brother - unemployed 25+ u can assume how the son are prioritized in our society me the daughter and a little sis studying in school. Besides, my father I am the one, helping him earning for family. I have just completed my bachelor and in search of job but as a middle class girl , I must struggle in everything also for my career .

Hi I am neha, 22 and jobless. I teach tuition to children of my locality and contribute somewhat to the family. I have always wanted to be an strong impact to my family in every aspect… the pain cant be explained to see your dad sweating hard to survive, requesting people to have a ride, the warm smile he will have getting tip from his passengers and shares with us at the time of dinner and brings a delicious snacks home that day and we could get , today he earned good.

Mom, what to say about her…… mom was very good at her study but it was that time when a girl could not cross 20 at home. At 19, despite having ambition, dedication to study, to a better life she could do nothing and get married to my dad…. She always wanted to b a teacher. At my and my brother`s exam she used to be awake with us. All the good and fresh fruits were first fed to us and if some leftover would be her part and she was happy in it. She has taught us just to work hard and struggle. All Thanks to her for good marks and study of her children. Her only life is just we 4. She only knew to take care of us and make us happy. My mother is an amazing lady. I get amazed at her when I see her still praying to god. She is very faithful and has a great faith towards god. I wonder how can she believe on god and hope for miracle of changing her and our family luck. I just want to say her that god is only going to help the rich one. I really feel helpless when I see her praying for so little things. I wish one day I will fulfill all her dream. I believe on hard work but luck too plays a vital role, which seems so far away for me. I am really tired with this life and I am working very hard to give my parents the life they deserve.

My brother , my friend my only companion , my buddy I can’t stop writing about him. I have never seen someone as good and hardworking as him. He was so brilliant in studies, all thanks to mom again, and...