Sometimes, life becomes so difficult that a person feels like giving up.
But there are a few people who stand strong even after facing endless struggles.
This is the story of a boy named Sikaju…
A boy who was born in mud, but dreamed of blooming like a lotus.
Sikaju was born in a small village in Bihar.
He was a carefree and cheerful child. He had no fear and no worries. He always lived in his own world, laughing and playing happily.
He was his mother’s favorite child.
His mother loved him deeply and always kept him close to her heart. She was a strong woman who silently endured all the pain just for the sake of her children.
But his father was a drunkard.
He was always lost in alcohol and never cared about his family. Every day, he would come home drunk, create chaos, shout, and sometimes even become violent.
Sikaju understood everything.
He knew how much his mother was suffering. Seeing her in pain broke his heart, but he was too young to do anything.
His elder brother was also affected by this environment.
Instead of taking responsibility, he fell into bad company and became just like their father—lost in alcohol and carelessness.
Watching all this, Sikaju felt a deep pain inside.
But he stayed silent… and endured everything.No one ever imagined that this small child would grow up to become such an emotional and hardworking person.
At the age when he should have been focusing on his studies, he was already burdened with family responsibilities. Because of his father and brother, his life was never stable. There were constant fights at home, and he was forced to move from one place to another again and again.
He left his village and went to live in another state, hoping for a better life.
But nothing changed.
His father and brother continued their habits of drinking and creating problems. Because of the poor condition of his family, Sikaju could not attend school regularly.
He was very intelligent in his studies, but fate had something else planned for him.
Due to his unstable life, his education remained incomplete.
Then one day, everything changed again…
The lockdown happened, and he had to return to his village.
He spent a few years there.
During this time, something unexpected happened…
He fell in love.
For the first time, Sikaju felt happiness in his life.
But his life was never simple.
Because of constant family conflicts, he had to leave the village again and again.
And every time, he was separated from the girl he loved.
Time passed, and his board exams arrived.
He went to live at his maternal uncle’s house to continue his studies.
But his heart was not at peace.
He missed his love deeply, yet because of his family’s situation, he could not return to the village.
He was alone… completely alone.
The villagers didn’t like him because his father and brother had already ruined his image.
Finally, due to poverty and helplessness, Sikaju had to leave his studies in the middle.
Now he had made a decision…
He would work.
He would change his life.
But his struggles were not over yet…
He couldn’t even find a job.Sikaju’s fate was cruel…
It tested him again and again.
When Sikaju tried to find work,
he ended up getting into something
that was about to change his life completely…
but not in the right direction.
Under the influence of his friends,
and driven by the desire to earn quick money,
he got involved in alcohol smuggling.
Night after night,
he stayed awake,
bringing alcohol from Nepal
and selling it across the village.
Within just a few days,
he started earning a lot of money 💸
but along with it,
greed slowly took over him…
He could no longer tell
what was right and what was wrong.
But this work brought
a storm into his home…
His father and brother
started drinking and creating chaos every day.
The peace of the house was completely disturbed.
Even in the village,
his reputation began to fall.
People talked behind his back,
complained about him,
and constantly looked for ways
to trap him.
Slowly, Sikaju began to understand everything…
He also realized that
the person he trusted as a friend
was actually deceiving him—
keeping more money for himself
and giving Sikaju less.
Then one day…
Sikaju finally realized the truth.
He understood that
this path was wrong…
and that he could never earn
peaceful and honest money this way.
His friends tried many times
to make him drink as well,
to get him addicted…
But Sikaju was wise.
The very alcohol
that had destroyed his family,
he refused to let that poison
touch his own lips.
He sold alcohol, yes…
but he never drank it.
One night…
as Sikaju sat alone on his rooftop,
a cool breeze was blowing…
And suddenly,
a thought crossed his mind… 💭
✨ Chapter 3: Shadows of the Past
As Sikaju walked through the dark night,
a storm of memories began to rise inside him…
Memories of a childhood
he had tried so hard to forget.
When he was young,
he used to be a cheerful boy.
He loved going to school,
laughing, playing, and dreaming like any other child.
But everything changed the moment he stepped into the classroom.
The other children would laugh at him…
mock him…
call him “a drunkard’s son.”
Those words pierced deeper than any wound.
Every day, he returned home with silent tears in his eyes.
But home was no better.
His father would come home drunk,
shouting, fighting…
beating his mother without mercy.
Sikaju watched everything.
Helpless… broken… scared.
Slowly,
the pain became too much to bear.
One day,
he stopped going to school.
Not because he didn’t want to study…
but because life forced him to choose survival over dreams.
Due to poverty,
his mother started working in a factory.
And little Sikaju…
at an age when he should have been studying and playing,
started working in a small hotel.
Even there,
people didn’t treat him kindly.
They made fun of him,
paid him less,
and treated him like he didn’t matter.
Days passed…
and his childhood slowly faded away.
Hoping for a better life,
his family moved to Jammu.
Sikaju thought,
maybe this place will change everything…
He wanted to study again.
He wanted to restart his life.
But fate… once again… stood against him.
His father and brother didn’t change.
They continued drinking,
creating chaos wherever they went.
And once again,
Sikaju had to leave his studies.
As these memories flooded his mind,
his eyes filled with tears.
For the first time,
he truly understood something…
The same alcohol
that had destroyed his childhood…
was now destroying his present too.
That night,
Sikaju made a decision.
A strong… unbreakable decision.
He would never touch this dirty business again.
No matter how hard life gets…
he would find another way.
Because now,
he didn’t just want to survive…
He wanted to change his life.
He wanted to bring happiness back into his home.But the road he had chosen…
was not going to be easy.
To be continued 🥲
