I'm a Freelancing Freedom Fighter Epi 01

My Name is Raghu, I Work in a RMC. It means Ready Mix Concrete, the construction site, where it is an Residential building or a warehouse, any kind of construction who want more quantity of Concrete they call us company like I working. So my Job is good, I got friendly atmosphere, no pressure in work, everything will be ok at first. But my problem is travel, I don’t have any vehicle, mostly I travel by bus. Since its an RMC, so it located far outer. So for a single guy like me, I didn’t say all, but most of the guy are not showing interest in picking up in a stop where a single guy is standing. So they drop me far away from bus stop and in return they don’t stop it in the stopping, they just move forward like whatever they think , its there stopping. So next the travelling, every day there is an headache. Since its my first job after graduation. So facing the outside world its not a easy thing.

Everywhere I go and I saw there is a politics, insulting and humiliation, especially it all happens to me, because from my childhood itself my friend and families said I’m perfect and guy like me not welcome in outside world. So Since I’m a fresher my salary is not high, and the transportation and everyday I like to improve my skills or trying to o something productive after my work, when I return home, my mind if f**ked up and I cant able to concentrate on one thing. One more thing, after finishing my studies and when I face the outside world, I just realise how this world works and money is how much important.

My family it not a wealthy, but my mom and dad always buy me anything I want and they never show me how they struggle to keep me graduate. So seeing our family sitation, I cant quite the job or asking my parents I need to do some other course or next graduation, I hate myself for making them suffer. So I told my parents right now I’m working and I will improve our family status by getting more income and we clear all my educational loans and everything, so I ask my mom and dad, stop doing overtime and hereafter I will take care of our family financial matters. Both my mom and dad are feeling proud of myself, so I get into my room and I turn on my PC, I keep my hands over my keyboard and I start tryping the word called, “Freelancing”..

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