Sketch of Life

Sketch of life is defined as a my starting of life's some pages.

I grew up poor in a middle class neighborhood. My hometown of Nand Nagri,Delhi happens to be one of the middle class communities in New Delhi; yet my family was dirt poor.

I mean that literally, because we lived at the rented on one room with two siblings in a drafty, unfinished, broken, and very small room.I remember and feel those days of heavy rain,very hot summer and very cool winters. I was about 10, I asked my mother, "How come you and Dad are always fighting about money?"

She replied that she was afraid there wasn't enough money to pay the room rent and food every month. I was confused, because I saw both my parents working hard all the time. So I asked her the next question that popped into my head: "Why there isn't enough money?"

I considered my mother really knew how to answer that question, so she explained the family conditions and situations of life.she said one things to me
that you can believe in yourself and change all this conditions one day.

At that moment, I made two decisions: First, that I didn't asked my parents for anything. I didn't want to be a burden on my mother. But my mother provided me and my siblings everything like school bag, shoes, school uniform, books, and food time to time through very hardwork. My life was not good but presence of my mother i did not feel that tough situations and conditions. i saw fighting of mom and dad onces in week sometimes daily basis.
The second decision I made was that I was going to make something of my life — even though I had no idea what that meant, let alone how to do it.

Just as I realized that I hated the life of poverty and not-enoughness, I also came to realize that life is supposed to be that way. I saw people who had plenty of money.

Did you heard of the book Rich Dad Poor Dad? Well, I only had a poor dad. My father, even though he worked hard all his life, believed teach me how to succeed. He simply believed to have the skills or knowledge to do it himself. And since I knew whom to ask or what else to do, I decided to ask to my mother, what should i do, how to do,so many questions all the time. My mother become my first teacher, friend as well as inspiration.

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