Amargadhi Municipality-10 I have a small house in a place called Budali. I live here now. However, apart from that, we have nothing here. Most of life is stuck under the roof of a small house. I am working only for a living.

My father passed away when I was young. I don't know what his face looked like, I can't even remember sitting on his shoulder . The memory of living with my mother is fresh. The whole responsibility of the house was on the mother's shoulder and she left that responsibility on me, I was not even ready . I still remember - when my friends were going to school with their bags, I was cleaning the streets from 7 am to 5 pm in the municipality.

In the year 2055, Amargadhi municipality appointed some people to clean the district headquarters Baghbazar area. I was one of them . From that day, a new chapter of my life began - in the company of Kucho . But my age was only 15/16 years at that time . For the past few years, I have been working in the apple market area, I also clean the streets here, and the responsibility of the public toilet here is on my shoulders . The municipality says, 'You keep the money raised from the toilet.' But even that money is not reliable on a day-to-day basis. Sometimes not even 50 rupees . Sometimes 2/300 rises like that .

In the beginning, the monthly salary was 2 thousand rupees. That also sometimes came on time, sometimes late . My mother used to always say the same thing - 'Whatever you do, do it with faith.' That mother's words became like a mantra for me. I never looked down on the job . Cleaning the road with a broom was a karma for me, in which I see my own dignity .

Life went on . I served my mother as best I could. He gradually grew old . And, one day it was gone forever . After that, life became more and more difficult. I also got married in between. The wife is simple-minded, tolerant but weak in health . Both his eyes do not see . Regular treatment should be done, medicine and check-up expenses are difficult to bear .

The family is expanding . Now there are three sons . They had two daughters, both of them are married. Now there is a family of five. Son is studying all . The responsibility of teaching and nurturing them is on my shoulders .

Now I am 41 years old . It has been 25 years in this profession . The salary has now increased to 18,000. But life is the same . At that time, it used to be 20 rupees, now it costs 200 rupees . The price has killed people. One month's salary is not sufficient for the next month . There is also an expenditure on ration and treatment.

Most mornings I spend the day with cheap tea and a plate of breakfast . If the toilet user gives money, I will eat plain food in the afternoon . Otherwise, when I return home, I will be hungry until evening . It costs 100 rupees a day to travel by car. 

Eating at home is also simple. Coarse rice, normal pulses and sometimes seasonal vegetables . We only eat meat sometimes, that too during festivals. But sometimes if I get more money from the toilet, I take meat home . The faces of the sons light up when they see the meat, and it seems that there is some happiness left in life .

The municipality does not appreciate the contribution of workers like us. How many times I spend my days in a situation where I don't even know my name . People say, 'That's the guy who works in the apple toilet .' But I'm also proud of that . Because that toilet, that road is my workplace .

Even now I walk from home at 7 o'clock in the morning . I clean the toilet, I clean the road . I spend the day here waiting for someone to come to the toilet and collect the money . I return home again in the evening, carrying a heavy load of fatigue .