“From Bikrampur to Mohammadpur, it’s been a big jump! I was young, thrilled, and up for an adventure when I made my way to Dhaka. I picked up on small one-off jobs here and there to get by. Sometimes, I’d work as a mover, assisting people shifting homes. That was one of the quickest jobs to make some good bucks in a day. It sounds very painful, but I was not unhappy. I had dreamt about living in this city as a child. This is what I wanted! As I went on living the dream, who knew I’d fall in love with a lovely girl in the neighbourhood so soon? That was not part of the plan! But plans change, and that’s okay. I’ve always believed that life doesn’t always have a be a sad story to be meaningful. I’ve seen my parents, relatives, and siblings, all own up to a great deal of misery to be able to find meaning in their lives. I never thought that was necessary, at all. Plans change, and life happens.
Now that I was in love, I had to manage a stable source of income to be able to ask for her hand. Sewing and knitting ran in my family. My mother and aunts would sit in the yard outside our tiny home back in the village and knit every afternoon. I decided to take a leap of faith and try my luck at a few tailors around Mohammadpur. The fifth shop I showed up to finally decided to take me up for training. However, without any payment for the first month. I was told, if I could start delivering work after a month, I would start getting paid. Fair enough. I started. That place became my second home for a few years straight until the owner had to move away to a different area in 1997. By then, I was married with my first and only love and had been blessed with three beautiful daughters!
1997 was another year for change of plans. But this time, I had more experience. After few weeks of looking around, I landed a job here at this very desk. I have been sitting here from 10 AM to 10 PM ever since, for last 20 years.”
– A Proud Maker