The terrible life of Chintu
The terrible life of Chintu
Hi, My name is Chintu and my life is terrible. First, I was born in a very poor family and we were considered as lower caste.
So, we have to use a different well that was supposed to be for lower caste. We had seen many acts of inequality.
So, I really didn't use to like school. So, I told my parents that I am leaving school and is going to start a business in the city.
Therefore, I moved out when I was fifteen. I decided to open some clothes business but it didn't work out and I was burdened with loan.
The loan was about to 100000.
So, I had to do to job's. One as a gardener and other as a janitor.
Slowly and steadily, I had returned them all the money.
I was now nineteen.
I decided to check on my parents. When I went in my village.
I got to know that they were no more.
They both died in an accident.
I was very depressed that I started taking and selling drugs I was addicted to drugs and alcohol.
And at last, I find myself at a cell.