“I know people will ignore this post. After all, who cares about the struggles of someone born without privilege? I come from a lower-middle-class family, and from as early as I can remember, my caste was a curse I never asked for. I was mocked, humiliated, and made to feel like I didn’t belong—not because of my abilities, not because of my dreams, but because of a label society forced upon me. I carried that pain in silence, fighting through every insult, every rejection. But I refused to break. I clung to education like a lifeline, hoping it would set me free. And now, I stand on the edge of something I built myself—a startup, a dream. Yet, no matter how far I go, the past doesn’t let go of me. The trauma lingers, the scars still ache. I wake up feeling the weight of everything I’ve endured, wondering why my worth was ever tied to my caste. I don’t want pity. I want change. I dream of a nation where no child feels small because of their birth, where ambition is not crushed by discrimination. But how do I let go of this pain? How do I move forward when the world keeps reminding me where I came from? For God’s sake, help the less privileged and ambitious. They deserve a chance too.”
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