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.