About the Worker
“From farming fields to construction sites, I shaped my life through steady work.”
Civil Construction Worker | Supporting a Family of 6 | Bengaluru
Journey of Hard Work
My name is Mallikarjuna, and I was born and raised in Gulbarga, in a small village surrounded by open farmlands that smelled of soil, sunlight, and hard work. My parents and my three brothers were my whole world. We lived a simple life, but it was a life full of togetherness and dignity.
As a child, I felt free. I ran barefoot through the fields, plucking fruits and vegetables straight from the land we worked on with our own hands. That village life shaped me with strength and simplicity.
After completing my 7th class, poverty entered our lives more strongly, and I had to step into responsibility much earlier than I should have. I began working in the fields to support my family, learning the meaning of struggle and survival every single day.
Then came the darkest chapter of my life — I lost my parents. With their passing, everything collapsed. Our economic condition broke completely, and I was left with no choice but to leave my village behind.
With the help of a relative, I came to Bengaluru, a city that felt unfamiliar, huge, and overwhelming. But it was also a city full of opportunity. It was here that my journey as a civil construction worker truly began.
Over time, life moved forward. I got married, and today I am blessed with four children — one son and three daughters. But our life in Bengaluru is far from easy. My wife and I do not have a house of our own. We live in small temporary shelters near whichever construction site I am working at. We cook for ourselves, pack our belongings, and shift from place to place whenever the work ends.
Every day, my work begins at 9:30 AM and ends at 5:30 PM. I dig foundations, build walls, and help wherever extra hands are needed. The work is physically tough, but my heart has learned to stay strong through everything life has put in front of me.
Today, I don’t dream for myself anymore. My dreams belong to my children. I want them to rise higher than I ever could. Every brick I lift and every wall I build is for their future. Especially for my three daughters, I am saving every rupee I can—so their lives can be better, safer, and brighter.
This is my journey. It is not perfect, but it is honest—built with struggle, hope, and love.
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