The Story.
“My past wasn't a weight holding me down—it was a voice guiding me forward.”
The Roots of Simplicity
Born into a small family in the village of Ranishwar. Life was simple, but financial circumstances after my paternal grandfather's passing led to the separation of our large joint family. At age 10, I was sent to live with my maternal grandfather in Dumka town for a better chance at life.
“A childhood defined by separation and a silent longing for home.”
2:30 AM: The Collapse
During a heavy 5-day rain, while visiting my parents, our mud and thatch house caved in at midnight. The sound of rain, the screams of my family, and the terrifying darkness carved a memory that defined my path. That night, I truly understood the physical and emotional weight of poverty.
“The moment I realized poverty wasn't just a condition, but a vulnerability.”
The Outsider
Admitted to a private school, I felt the sting of societal judgment. I was the boy from poverty, unable to look peers in the eye. It was only when I moved to a government school that I felt I belonged—finding peace among children who shared my struggles and my hunger for a better tomorrow.
“Finding belonging in a community that didn't judge my background.”
Finding My Voice
Starting my first job with Childline changed everything. The children I had worried about were now in front of me. I didn't just see them with sympathy; I saw my own reflection in their eyes. My pain found a purpose—to be a bridge for those who are never heard.
“Transitioning from a survivor of poverty to a voice for the vulnerable.”
A Calling to Leadership
Today, I stand as a testament to resilience. My mission is clear: No child should ever sleep in fear, cry in a collapsing house, or feel ashamed to dream. My story is now my responsibility.
“Building 'Roofs of Hope' for every child through data and dedication.”
No child should ever
sleep in fear.
Transforming individual pain into public responsibility. This is where I belong.