I live with my mother. I had a penchant for studying and teaching everyone to change the world for good as I thought that education plays a pivotal role in human life. In my early childhood, there were different problems in my body that led to a serious problem “Arthritis”. This is the disease I have been battling for 15 years now. All my dreams were destroyed because this disease did not let me complete my training as I left it in my final year. It’s been 15 years now and I still lament to the fact that this disease has incapacitated me to fulfill all the dreams.

 

The life I wanted was uncertain which led me to a dark phase in life. My vulnerability became my weakness as I thought I was a burden to my family. My eyesight got weak and I can barely see now. The thought of adapting to my situation was difficult but I had to anyway. My self resentment gradually changed into adaptability where I tried to overcome my sorrow with small bits of happiness.

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I was never able to work again, my mother is the one running the family. She sells charcoal and the money is not enough for our food and essentials. The medicines I intake is really expensive and there is no aid from the government. I can't walk and have been in bed rest for the paste fifteen years. My mother relentlessly works for money and at home. She is old enough to take rest but my condition doesn't let her. All she wants is to earn enough money so that I can live comfortably when she is no longer around or able to help. She is a very strong, pragmatic woman and never gives up.