The Day I Ran Away – Chasing Freedom and a ₹12K Dream
I was so frustrated—to the point where I felt like running away. Far, far away. Somewhere with no scolding, no nagging—just peace.
Every day felt like a loop. My dad’s constant lectures about how I was wasting time on my phone were echoing in my head. And one day, in the middle of all that chaos, I called an old schoolmate. Little did I know, that call was about to change everything.
"There’s a job," he said. "Pays ₹12,000 a month."
₹12,000? My ears perked up. That wasn’t just pocket money—that was salary.
I wanted to know more. "What kind of job?"
"Nothing too hard," he replied casually. "It’s a helper job under a fitter… or a futter…" (Whatever that meant—I had never heard those words in my entire life.) But hey, ₹12K was ₹12K.
I asked the next big question—“Where would I live? What about food?”
"Don’t worry," he said, "You’ll live with my cousin—the guy you’ll be working under. He’ll take care of your food too."
Bingo. A job, free food, and a roof over my head—I was sold.
The only catch? It was a 12-hour shift. But I did the math—8 hours of sleep, 4 hours left to focus on my content. I thought, Not bad… I’m going.
The Morning I Snapped
The next morning, the usual routine began—I woke my mom started taunting me like (Ohh .... So the king have finnally woke up),But this time, I was done listening. No arguments. No explanations. I silently grabbed my backpack and started packing.
My mom noticed. "Oye… why are you packing your bag? Where are you going?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. I knew if I did, I’d break.
She grabbed my bag as I tried to leave. "Answer me!" she demanded, panic rising in her voice.
I didn’t. I snatched my bag and ran—faster than I ever had—straight to the bus stop. My mom was behind me, crying, screaming for me to come back. But I kept running. I didn’t turn around. Not once.
By the time I reached the train station, I was breathless, angry, and numb. It was 8 AM. My train wasn’t until 1 PM—but I didn’t care. I was leaving. I didn’t know what was ahead, but anything was better than staying.
Calls started flooding my phone—my mom, dad, uncle… I blocked them all. Even relatives who tried to reach me—blocked. I wasn’t in the mood for questions. My anger drowned out every other thought.
Hunger gnawed at me, but I had around ₹1,000 in my pocket. My train ticket cost ₹265 for the general coach—cheap enough to leave me some spare cash. I killed the waiting hours with biscuits and snacks, anything to keep the hunger quiet.
At 1 PM, the train finally arrived. By some miracle, I got a window seat. I plugged in my earphones, blasting sad songs on repeat. Memories flooded my mind—some good, some painful. I wasn’t sure if I was making the right decision. All I knew was—I couldn’t go back.
A New State, A New Beginning
By 4 PM, I arrived in Jharkhand—a whole new state. Everything felt… different. The language, the people, even the way they spoke—it wasn’t like home anymore.
I approached a tuktuk (auto-rickshaw) driver and showed him the location my friend had sent. He glanced at it, then shook his head.
"Don’t go there right now," he warned. "It’s still a bit dark. That area’s on the outskirts—too dangerous at this hour. Even I wouldn’t drive there. Wait until daylight."
And with that, he drove away, leaving me standing there—soaking in a mix of confusion and unease.
So, I waited at the station until sunrise. When the first light broke, I tried asking another tuktuk to take me there, but they all refused. The ones willing to go,were charging way too much and I didn’t want to waste my money for nothing. I thought to myself, "It’s not a big deal—I can just walk." And i started walking following the map.
The place was practically in the middle of nowhere. No shops, no crowds—just one isolated company. If you needed anything, you had to walk 3 kilometers to find it.
By the time I arrived, it was raining. I was drenched—clothes sticking to my skin, shoes soaked. His cousin greeted me at the gate and led me inside.
"Sign this," he said, pointing to a worn-out register under the watchful eyes of the security guard. My name on that page felt like the final step—I had officially entered a new chapter of my life.
I thought the hard part was over. I had no idea what was coming next.
And trust me—you wouldn’t believe it if I told you.
Stay tuned—I’ll spill it all in my next blog. Until then, take care❤️!!
And one quick question.......
Have you ever felt like running away somewhere far-far away from everyone?
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