“My brother sent me here to earn for the family. He’s taking care of our fields back in my village, but we need the money so I’m driving a rickshaw here. At first, I was scared. I was a teenager who’d never seen a big city. I’d never seen such big hoardings, such fancy people and so much money. But this city... it does something to you.
This one time, I didn’t have a lot of money and was starving because people refused to help me. But this other time I got stuck under a flyover during the floods — the water level was so high, I felt like that was going to be the end of me. But just then a group of people, who were safe, risked their lives, jumped inside the water and pulled me and my rickshaw out. They didn’t have to do that, and we’ll probably never see each other again, but everyday I thank them in my prayers at least once.
I realised then that life is full of good and bad - one cannot exist without the other. So now, I don’t take the bad things to heart anymore — because I know that before I know it, the good times will come!
With that attitude, I’m earning so much that even if my brother chooses not to work, the house will still be up and running.
It’s called the city of dreams for a reason...sometimes it just drowns you in the crowd and you get lost amongst the lakhs of dreamers. But if you persist, if you keep trying — it also saves you, gives you the best it has to offer and makes your dreams become a reality.”