My house is in Birganj Metropolitan Municipality-13 Murli Naytol. I am the youngest among four brothers. My father, Bala Mian, made his living as a carpenter, so I also took up this profession from the age of 16/17. It has been 50 years since he held the whip to beat the horse. I don't know when the relationship with the horse and the horse that started without a beard and mustache will end.

In the name of the property, there is a brick house built by me 20 years ago on 5 dhur land . I, my wife and four sons and daughters-in-law live in the old house . My beloved son Anwar was also handling the ancestral profession . Two years ago, he spent 145,000 and bought an old electric rickshaw to change the means of transporting passengers. Now in the family only I and my younger brother Nasruddin are doing the work . I sent my younger son Zaib to Malaysia for employment 2 years ago. 

At that time, I took a loan of 5 lakh rupees from Nirdhan Utthan Bank to send Jaib to Malaysia. I paid off half of the debt little by little with the money I earned by working on the hook. After the youngest son went to Malaysia and started earning, the son's family started living separately. Now even though my younger son sends 20 to 40 thousand rupees per month in my name, I don't get a single rupee. I will put the money sent by him in the hands of Saralakk Buhari .

My wife Phoolbani sometimes lives with the elder son's family and sometimes with the younger one's family . Sometimes we are alone . Ration water is becoming more expensive. Buying coarse rice, pulses, vegetables, salt, oil and spices costs 10,000 a month . Once a week we spend three hundred rupees and eat fish and meat. 

Even though he brought up his children with sorrow, his sons got separated while he was resting. In 50 years, 10/15 sons and 10/15 mares may have been mated. When they are young, they are sold cheaply to brick kilns.

is usually repeated 2/4 times a day on the Birganj-Raxaul route . When there are more passengers, it is repeated up to four times. Now, old people die suddenly twice. I charge 30 to 40 rupees fare from one passenger . The daily salary is 4/500 rupees. Earning from 1,000 to 1,200 on the day of getting many passengers . But sometimes there is no bohni .

The new mare bought by paying 25,000 a year and a half ago is now supporting . Now the price of a good mare has reached 50 to 75 thousand. 30 years ago, I suffered when a thief badly trapped me and ran away .

That guy reserved my leg to carry the bus parts stolen from India . He ran away when the police came when he told him to go near Trimurti cinema hall from the bus park . The police caught me and detained me for three days .

Carrying more than 100,000 passengers in 50 years sometimes leads to trouble. Even though he has not suffered any illness so far, he is in severe pain when he whips his right arm, which was broken in a fight when he went to the mosque 10 years ago. 

The household expenses are covered by the income earned by running the hook . I don't remember resting except staying at home for 3/4 months during Corona. It's like saying, "I don't remember childhood, nor fifty-five." Children were born, brought up, raised but did not find out that their age had passed . Tobacco, cigarettes and tea are only acidic. It will cost a hundred/fifty a day .

I can't sleep until 12 o'clock in the night due to the debt burden of sending my son abroad. And took the name of Allah, fell asleep. I have been to Azmesh Sharif four times. Even if it is possible to go to Mecca-Madinah Hajj once in a lifetime, passport and visa costs about two and a half lakhs . It is as if Makkah-Madinah did not take place in this June.