When I walked out of the university I was ecstatic.
It was the biggest mistake of my life, but I didn’t know then what a nightmare it would be.
It’s not uncommon for graduates to be asked about their careers after leaving university.
Most don’t want to talk about it because it could hurt their career prospects.
My career was a nightmare, as I had spent a lifetime struggling to earn a living.
I’d spent most of my career living in a slum in the outskirts of New Delhi, working in factories and making a decent living.
My parents had worked long hours in the garment industry to feed my family, and my parents were now struggling to keep up with me.
I would have to spend my days reading newspapers and attending lectures and I knew the only way I would make a living was if I earned more money.
I worked at my mother’s garment factory for 10 years, earning about Rs 1,000 a month.
Then I started making money from advertising and selling things, which made me realise I was not working for a living anymore.
I made Rs 500 a month working as a freelance photographer.
I also worked as a model for some companies.
I was happy to be making money, but it wasn’t enough to sustain my family.
I felt I was wasting my life and didn’t want it to end.
But I was wrong.
My life changed when I started working in the construction industry.
A friend from my family introduced me to the work.
He was from a construction firm in India, and he had started in Delhi, which had been built by British-born immigrant labour during World War II.
His family had worked in construction for decades.
My family was a small one, with just four children, but they worked hard and earned a living by building things.
We worked hard, we worked well and we did well.
In the years since I graduated from university, I’d worked hard for a few years, but the construction jobs in Delhi were my dream job.
I used to say I would never work in the same place again.
I wanted to work in an industry that I loved and earn more money than I was earning.
I had to make it through two years of college and I would still be working in construction.
But the money wasn’t there.
It wasn’t like I was making a lot of money, I was barely making about Rs 2,000.
I struggled with my mother and my father for a long time.
I didn:t understand what I was doing, and I had a bad attitude.
They told me I was crazy, that I would end up working in a construction site.
But it wasn.t the case.
The construction jobs I wanted were there.
In fact, I started building my own home.
I built a home with my family and my friends.
It had a pool and garden, a swimming pool, a cinema and a library.
I loved the lifestyle and it made me happy, but my life changed forever when I realised the realisation I was no longer happy.
I could no longer live in Delhi and I needed to go to another city to work.
I decided to return to my hometown of Meghalaya.
In my hometown, people didn’t seem to be interested in me.
They didn’t like the fact that I was moving back home and I didn.t feel the same as I was in Delhi.
My new home was an area of Delhi that had been under construction for years.
It looked like a wasteland.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive.
My mother, father and brother were all working in different industries, and they were all struggling to support me.
My friends and I were also struggling, but not as much as my family was.
But my mother didn’t give up.
She kept saying, “I want to stay in Delhi but I have to move back to Meghals.”
I had no money and she was going on about how she would find work in Delhi as soon as I would be back.
My father said, “Go back to your mother.
You don’t need to go back to Delhi, you just need to work.”
I said, No, I don’t.
I needed more than I had at that time.
My dream was not going to be fulfilled in Delhi or anywhere else.
I finally came to understand why my parents felt the need to give me up.
I said to my father, “Don’t worry.
I will get back to work as soon I finish my studies.”
I didn?t want to live in Meghalya.
I still had a lot to learn and I was still trying to make the transition from my mother to me.
As a result, my life was changing in a very fast way.
My future was uncertain.
My relationship with my parents became complicated.
They wanted me to go with them to Delhi so they could earn more.
They said I had my life in Delhi because I would earn