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A Middle Class Man’s Story (Me)

 Time to see when the afternoon came! I did not feel it. The smile on that ever-familiar face was extinguished like the light of day and disappeared in the darkness of the evening. I don’t smile anymore. Today all happiness has been buried in the cycle of time. Silently, only the past goes to my mind, when my father would give me two rupees, then I would go to the shop and buy biscuits, after eating the biscuits I would drink water to fill my stomach, so that I would not feel hungry for the rest of the day. Now the ink has fallen under the eyes. Today, father is no longer alive, mother is there as a memory. My brothers and sisters are really separated, those golden days are no more, mother lives in one person’s house day by day, but it is very difficult. A mother who can nurture many children and bring them up in her bosom, today that one mother does not find space in the bosom of so many children. I am the youngest, I want to hold my mother close to my chest, but due to lack of ability, I cannot do it. I am now receiving treatment in the government hospital, I have heart disease. I can’t even buy medicine properly.

It feels very bad when I can’t do anything to my mother, I can’t serve her, I can’t even tell her that I’m sick because she’ll worry if I tell her. Only a child of a middle-class family understands how great a curse it is to be born as a child of a middle-class family. Since birth, I have only seen scarcity, rice used to run out to bring salt. A thousand hardships which cannot be finished by writing in one paragraph. How many hours I spent starving and only drinking water, ah, I got a job with great difficulty, it also stopped due to the corona epidemic. I mean! The sea dries up wherever bad luck wants it. How many people have I gone door to door just for a little help, I have gone to someone to buy some rice, I have gone to someone for a job, I got the answer that they are also empty, but actually that is not the point, the main thing is that if they lend money, they will pay it back I can not! Every person will depart from this world empty handed, nothing will go with him, only the deeds done in this world will go with him. I have a block in my heart, doubt if I will live long if not operated. Just thinking, if I die, there will be no children left to think about this helpless mother. Be well, mother, if you are able, hide me a little in your prayers. I will come to see you even if I beg.






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