To the places

It was the late 1970s.

Saidulu! Try to understand. My father told me.

There are no works in the village. We do not have sufficient water to do agriculture.

I don't want to go. I said my decision and went to the garden on the backside of my house.

It's okay. But, if you think we have to survive in near future, think about your decision. My father went to the Bazar.

I have to leave my village to go to the city for work. That too in another state. New language, New places. There were a lot of inhibitions in me. But, I have to go for my family's future.

If I don't go now, we will run out of money soon. That evening, I left my village to work as a labour in Tamilnadu. Years passed. I am still labour roaming different places and earning.

I do think we all do sacrifices at some point of time in life. But, I still hate the situations which force you to sacrifice.