Driving an eighteen-wheeler across India’s vast highways was once my childhood dream. The open road, the wind in my hair, seeing new places – it all sounded so romantic. But the reality, my friends, is a lot grittier. For years now, this cabin has been my second home, miles away from my real one, from my wife and two young children. Every trip is a sacrifice, a piece of my life I trade for their future. The long stretches, sometimes 4-5 hours without a proper stop, are gruelling. And in this demanding life, a man’s basic needs often become his biggest struggle.
My Secret Shame on the Highway: A Trucker’s Lonely Confession
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