Fettered by the chains of circumstances, I had to wear a facade of ignorance and malinger my chores at work. After having been met my destiny the road ahead is visible and the clouds of darkness shroud until now seem to have disappeared. Life looks so rosy and open to a million opportunities and possibilities. I feel unleashed by the tyranny of superiors and have the courage to carve out a way for myself. Things might seem vague at this moment but once I am certain to have grabbed my targets that still lie distant, the hidden mysteries would certainly be revealed. Amen!
This comes from the heart of India – Purani Delhi . Rajvir grew up amidst the hustle-bustle of the screeching Chandni Chowk , undoubtedly the most chaotic part of north India. Being the only son of the eldest brother amongst his father’s siblings, responsibilities and abiding by them had been an inherited trait for Rajvir. Rajvir’s life had been all about books, household chores and a seldom game of cricket in the inaccessible galis of Ballimaran .
Rajvir’s father accumulated money for his only son to ensure he received the best education and a satisfying career. Rajvir went to an international school where his classmates would be offspring of the wealthiest and most influential personalities of Delhi and NCR. He always saw them happy, carefree and ignorant about the problems that existed in a poor man’s household. His family could barely pull out his tuition and he was proud of the sacrifices that his parents did for him. Wherein he saw his schoolmates being driven to school...
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