Ain't no mountain high enough
It is said that mothers love is precious, but it was my misfortune that I lost my mother when I was hardly 6. My father, a matriculate pass, knew the importance of education and wanted both me and my brother to study hard. I clearly remember what he told me on my first day at school. He said: ‘Never run away from difficulties, face them till the last moment.’
Just two year later, I lost my father. It seemed that the whole world was deserted. Gradually, his words, my only source of strength, helped me overcome this difficult time. I wanted to fulfil my father's dream, no matter what.
After father's passing, both me (age 8) and my elder brother (age 14) were completely helpless. My aunt took us in due to our poor financial condition. The burden of raising two boys was not light on her but my aunt, Vrindavati Klait, did her best to substitute for our parents.
To pursue my education beyond primary school, I started working as a daily wager. With whatever little money I could collect, I started paying for tuition, books, bags, and so on. Seeing my interest and dedication to education, my teachers took a liking to me. As they were familiar with my financial situation, they used to cooperate a lot. Like this, I passed my Higher Secondary Examination.
To pay for my college education, I worked as a painter with guidance from my cousin brother. Though he only studied till 8th grade, his interest in painting paid the bills. Though my elder brother could not complete his education, he supported me in whatever way he could.
I am the first graduate, in my entire family. People in my village look at me with amaze and admiration. They give my example to their children and motivate them to study diligently so that they can succeed in whatever they want to do
I am happy that I could fulfil my father’s dream. And I am grateful to people—my aunt, my brother, my teachers, and my seniors at Sampark Foundation—who helped me do that!