My name is Chokto Nguba. Four months ago, I was a school teacher with a steady job, a loving wife, and a little girl who called me her hero. Today, I am fighting to stay alive, with my wife preparing to give me a part of her liver to save my life. I can no longer work, walk properly, or even sleep without pain. Watching her risk her life for mine breaks me. I don’t know how to repay that kind of love. All I wish is that, in every life, in every universe, I get to choose her again.

My wife and I met many years ago, at a friend’s wedding, and fell in love. A year later, we were married. Life was simple but full of peace. I worked as a government schoolteacher, teaching Social Science to children from Class 2 to 6. After eight years of marriage, our little girl was born... our miracle child. We built dreams slowly, saving a few lakhs over time for a small house and for her education. I wanted to give her the world, but four months ago, everything began to fall apart.

At first, the doctor said it was jaundice. I took medicines, rested, and thought I would recover. Instead, my health kept getting worse. My appetite vanished, my stomach swelled, and I grew weaker each day. When I was told that my liver was failing, I could not believe it. I had never faced any major illness before. Since then, our lives have changed completely. I can no longer teach or even walk properly. Every rupee we had saved has been spent on medicines, tests, and hospital visits. We have taken loans, and our family is having to help us feed our daughter.

Our daughter, who once studied in a private school, has been moved to a government school because we cannot afford the fees anymore. She misses the days when I would walk her to school and help her with homework. She asks me when I will get better. I do not know what to tell her. My wife tries to stay strong, but I can see the fear in her eyes. Still, she has stepped forward as my donor. I never imagined the woman who shared my life would also give me life again.

We have already spent nearly five lakh, but it is nowhere near enough. We have nothing left except the hope that someone will hear our story and help us. I want to live, not just for myself, but for the two people who depend on me completely. Please help me survive. Your kindness can bring me back to my family, to my students, and to the life that slipped away too soon.