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I was just a few minutes away from the gym. The same route I’d taken every evening for weeks. There’s a narrow bridge over a river near the village, and that’s where it happened. A speeding bus appeared out of nowhere — too fast, too close — and before I could react, everything went blank. I was hit hard on my right side. My body must’ve crumpled on the spot, but I don’t remember falling. Only the sound. That sudden, brutal sound. And then, silence.
I never made it to the gym that day
I never made it home either. A stranger — someone I will never be able to thank — found me unconscious by the road. He used my fingerprint to unlock my phone and called the first contact he saw. That’s how my friends got to know. And they, in turn, called my brother in Mumbai. He left everything and took the first flight back. By the next morning, he was by my side, standing outside the ICU. The accident had happened just a few kilometres from home, but for my family, it felt like I had disappeared into another world.
My family had to rush me from hospital to hospital
Everywhere they went, the answer was the same: that my condition was too critical to be handled there. The local hospitals said they lacked the facilities. By the time I was admitted on February 22, I had to go on a ventilator immediately. A week has passed since. I haven’t opened my eyes. But I’ve heard every prayer, felt every fear, and I know… they’re all waiting for a miracle that hasn’t come yet.
The injury damaged the right side of my brain
The entire left side of my body is paralyzed now. I’ve already undergone one major surgery, but it’s not enough to pull me out of danger. More interventions are needed, and no one knows how much time I have. The doctors say they can’t take me off the ventilator yet. Every minute is uncertain. Every decision is urgent. And with each passing day, the cost of survival climbs higher than what my family can reach.
My mother died in 2016
It was sudden, and we never fully recovered from the shock. Since then, my father has taken care of everything. He works as a daily wage labourer and somehow managed to keep the house running. My brother runs a small tea stall in Mumbai, and I used to visit him every so often and help out. I'm a student, pursuing my BA. As a family, we’ve never had much, but we had each other. We held on. We made do. Until now. Now, when the cost of saving my life is bigger than anything we’ve ever faced.
To save my life, my family has already spent ₹5.5 lakhs
They sold off a small piece of land. Borrowed from relatives. Emptied every pocket they could find. All of this just to keep me breathing, just to give me a fighting chance. But for the next round of surgeries and treatment, there’s nothing left. I still have so much to live for — a degree to finish, a family to support, a future I haven’t even started. Please help me survive this. I don’t want to be another photo on the wall. I want to come home.Click here to donate.
EIN 20-5139364
