I’m writing this story about my taxi driver.
I’m not a mother.
I’ve been a mother for more than four years now.
I grew up in a village in Bihar, which is now part of the state of Jharkhand.
My family lived in a sprawling, well-to-do district of about 2.4 million people.
We were a well-connected, middle-class family, but also poor.
My father had gone to a school for the poor in Kolkata.
I was an only child, born in Delhi to an affluent family, my mother and my younger brother.
We were poor and working-class and never had any money.
My father had never owned a vehicle.
My mother and brother drove taxis for us.
My mother drove a taxi to work.
She worked in a public transport company in Delhi.
She was a regular passenger on buses.
We had two sisters, two older brothers, a younger brother, and one younger sister.
My older brother had gone out to study in Delhi and he would often drop me off at work.
When we were children, I would get into the back of the taxi and wait.
When I was a boy, I used to go to a house in the city and sit on the roof of the family’s house, waiting for my older brother.
My eldest sister would sit with her mother and father.
My eldest brother and I would hang out in the courtyard, and she would come and hang out with me.
When she was little, I went with her to play outside in the fields.
My older brother would go to school with me, but he was not as interested in the school life.
When my older sister was a little girl, she used to play with me on the rooftop of the house.
I would sit on top of my family’s car and watch them drive by.
My parents would sometimes sit in the back seat of the car.
They would take us to and from school.
They were a very well-off family, and they never had money.
My parents always asked me, ‘Why are you here?’
I always answered, ‘To take care of my sisters’.
I was always very busy in the house and I was always looking for work.
I would come home from school every day and take my sister to school.
My sister would go and visit her mother in the family home.
My brothers and I often used to get together for dinner.
My younger brother used to come to visit my parents every now and then.
I used to wait in the car for my mother to come home and get her.
I used a cane to make my voice heard.
I always asked, ‘What is it you want?’
My parents always would give me some money, but I would always ask, ‘When will you come back?’
I used the money to buy vegetables for my sisters.
My family was very poor.
They lived in the same village as my family, which was about a kilometre away from us.
The nearest public transport station was three kilometres away.
We would spend a lot of time in the front of the school and we used to have fun.
I liked the car and I used it to go and play outside.
My younger brother always liked to go out and play.
I also used to visit him on weekends, but when he went to school, I stayed home.
He used to always tell me that I was not interested in his school life, but that I should go to my sister’s school.
I did not want to go back.
My brother was always telling me that my mother was a teacher, but my mother always said that I am not interested.
I remember the time I got into a taxi in the morning and went to work at the car depot.
I sat in the driver’s seat.
I looked at the windows and saw that my driver was wearing a helmet.
I got out of the cab and started to look for work at that time.
I worked in the office till I was about 18.
When I was 15, I started working as a taxi driver for a few months.
I had to work from 7 am to 7 pm.
I didn’t even have any money to pay the drivers.
I never even had any clothes.
I lived in poverty, but at that point I realised that I needed to be self-sufficient.
I needed some sort of support.
When my mother went to college, I joined the college.
When the students started to leave for work, I asked my father to help me.
My dad had no money and he was working from his home in the village.
He would give my mother Rs 500 a day to live in the villages.
I went to the school every morning and got my diploma.
I knew that I could not stay in the university anymore. I could