My Story

My Story

My Story: At First Day Of My Work, I Cried Remembering How My Father Used To Polish Shoes

The Logical Indian

“At the first day of my work I cried by sitting near the bridge where once my father used to work. I had no idea how to work without some memories of my father polishing shoes. In monsoon my father carried me on his shoulder to take me to school. In my school during rainy season we have to keep our...