Still Writing…
“Agar aaj koi mujhse pooche.”
Main Ghar Ka Bada Beta Tha… Shayad Isiliye Mere Sapne Sabse Pehle Bech Diye Gaye
Anurag
· 📍 Uttarpradesh
🌙 Best read slowly, at night
This page preserves pieces of people's lives. Read it with kindness.
The Story Wall
You live, you work, and one day you're gone — and too often, so is every trace that you were ever here. Not this time. Every life below is real. Nobody here is famous. That's the point.
13 lives kept here so far.
Still Writing…
Still Writing…
“When my husband died, some relatives told me, gently but plainly, that certain things weren't done by widows in our family — running a business among them.”
I was told a widow shouldn’t run a business — I now employ eleven other widows
Devika
· Caterer · 📍 Mathura
☕ Needs one cup of tea
Still Writing…
“Every morning for twenty-two years, I've collected lunchboxes from homes across the suburbs and delivered each one to the right desk in…”
I have delivered lunchboxes across this city for 22 years and never lost a single one
Irfan
· Dabbawala · 📍 Mumbai
☕ Needs one cup of tea
Still Writing…
“My husband left when my youngest was four, and cleaning other people's houses became the only work I could find on short notice with three children to feed.”
I clean four houses every morning and study law every night, at 45
Salma
· Domestic worker & law student · 📍 New Delhi
☕ Needs one cup of tea
Still Writing…
“I worked as a construction labourer, mixing cement and carrying bricks, until a knee injury made climbing scaffolding too risky.”
I painted my street’s crumbling walls for free until people started paying me to paint theirs
Om Prakash
· Self-taught wall muralist · 📍 Ahmedabad
☕ Needs one cup of tea
Still Writing…
“A bus accident took my left leg below the knee when my daughter was barely two.”
I lost my leg in an accident at 27 and became a national para-badminton player at 31
Kavitha
· Para-badminton player · 📍 Chennai
☕ Needs one cup of tea
Still Writing…
“For six years, my evenings belonged to my father's kebab cart outside the old city — lighting the coals, taking orders, counting change under a single hanging bulb until well past midnight.”
I helped my father sell kebabs by night and cleared the civil services exam by day
Iqbal
· Government officer · 📍 Hyderabad
☕ Needs one cup of tea
Still Writing…
“The textile mill I worked at for twenty-six years closed without much warning, and at fifty-eight, nobody was in a hurry to hire me for anything else.”
I taught over 300 children to read for free after my mill shut down
Arvind
· Retired mill worker · 📍 Kanpur
☕ Needs one cup of tea
Still Writing…
“My husband rowed this same boat for eighteen years before a heart attack took him one winter morning.”
I became the first woman to row passengers on this ghat, and my sons never once had to stop school
Meena
· Boat operator on the ghats · 📍 Varanasi
☕ Needs one cup of tea
Still Writing…
“Five years ago I was stitching school uniforms for children in my neighbourhood, charging barely enough to cover the thread.”
I taught myself embroidery from YouTube and now I export to three countries
Deepa
· Home-based tailor · 📍 Coimbatore
☕ Needs one cup of tea
Your Turn
What did you live through that nobody wrote down?
Write it the way you'd tell a friend at 1 a.m. — plainly, honestly, in your own words. No headings, no chapters. Just what you remember.