I woke up at 5:00 am in the morning just because I am a paper boy. I deliver nearly 20-25 papers in my village within a 2 km radius before 7 am. For that, I got paid 70 rupees per month (equivalent to 1 USD in US currency). It's not much money, but back in 2011 when I was a little boy, it was significant for me. I used that money to buy snacks from my father's shop. No one gave me pocket money in my childhood except my relatives and my grandfather.

I delivered Andhra and Eenadu papers. In fact, it was the first job I did to earn money. I delivered all those papers by walking for 2-3 years, and then I got a cycle.

Not only as a paper boy, but in my village, I also earned money by cutting Crossandra Infundibuliformis flowers (photo link: [Crossandra Infundibuliformis]). It was a morning job I used to do when I was 10 years old, starting at 4 am. At that time, the person who gathered a lot of kilograms of flowers would get more money. So, my sister, my mom, and I woke up early in the morning, around 4 am, in the dark and cold snow. I went to school late, and teachers punished me for that. Through this flower cutting, I used to make around 100 rupees (1.2 USD). That's also when I would get snacks from my father's store. I started hating my father since I was a kid because he wouldn't give anything to me, my sister, or my mother. It's like my parents are not divorced, but my mother is working like a slave for him. But he doesn't care about us. Still now, he is the same. In my eyes, he is the most hated man on this earth.

Like that, my childhood was just wasted by spending my valuable time for 1 or 2 dollars.