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Still Standing
Hi Folks,
I want to share a story here:
I was always the girl who stood outside the classroom.
Not because I didn’t want to study. But because the fees were unpaid—again. Every month, the same humiliation. My name would be called, my presence noted only as a problem, and I’d be asked to leave the classroom. While other students learned, I stood in the corridor—alone, invisible.
At home, things weren’t any better. I was constantly scolded, criticized, made to feel small. My words didn’t matter. My dreams were too loud for the quiet space I was supposed to stay in. I was told not to waste time on drawing, singing, gardening, or even reading. But those were the only things that gave me peace.
No one understood, but I held onto those little sparks of joy. I didn’t want to just exist—I wanted to create, to learn, to grow.
Then came my board exams.
Once again, unpaid fees blocked my path. I sat outside the office with a racing heart, knowing that everything I had worked for might slip away. But then, someone saw me—someone I barely knew. They helped me without expecting anything in return. Because of them, I was able to appear for my exams.
That moment changed something inside me.
I wanted to pursue something greater—something that challenged me. I found a coaching center near my hometown and enrolled, full of hope. But the same story repeated. I couldn’t afford the fees. I left before the course ended, heartbroken but not defeated.
In desperation, I turned to something that seemed like a solution: a marketing job that promised quick money. I didn’t know what I was walking into. It turned out to be a trap—one of those schemes that pull people in and tear trust apart. People I brought into the company began demanding their money back. Some turned against me. I carried their anger like a wound I couldn’t heal.
That’s when someone unexpected changed my life.
It was during this time that I met a boy who was also curious about joining the same marketing company. We started talking, and over time, we became friends. As our friendship grew, I opened up to him about everything I had been through. He listened—really listened. And then, without hesitation, he decided to help me.
He encouraged me to leave my city and follow the path I’d always dreamed of. He supported me financially and emotionally. He believed in me when no one else did.
Even then, life wasn’t easy. Fees were often delayed. I had to take exams in second shifts. Some nights, I studied through hunger. And all this while, I knew my grandparents had the means to help—but chose not to. That silence from them hurt more than the poverty.
Still, I moved forward.
Eventually, I completed my education. Job offers followed. I chose the one with the highest salary, not because of ambition, but because I had no other choice. I needed to repay debts. I needed to survive.
For a brief time, life seemed to settle.
But then came a sudden, personal health crisis. Something I still find hard to talk about. It changed everything—again. Medical expenses mounted. I fell back into debt. Emotionally and mentally, I was back to square one.
But one thing hasn’t changed: I’m still here.
I’m still fighting. I work in a software company today. On the surface, people see someone who has “made it.” But they don’t see the sleepless nights, the silent tears, the daily battle to keep going.
I’ve been pushed aside. I’ve been betrayed. I’ve been forgotten.
But I will never stop.
One day, I’ll show the world exactly who I am.
Exactly what I was worth.
Exactly what they lost when they chose to look away.
This is not a story of failure. It is the story of a girl who refused to fall, of someone still standing.
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