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I am Vikas, and my wife, Shilpi, is the love of my life. From the moment we met, she has been my strength, my happiness, and my safe place. We’ve been married for 24 years. But even today, waking up to the scent of her morning chai, the way she would straighten my collar before we left for work, the quiet comfort of holding hands on evening walks—these were the little things that made every day special.
From the moment we took our seven vows, we promised to stand by each other in every joy and every sorrow. Marriage, in our culture, is not just about companionship—it’s about being each other’s strength, through health and sickness, through every storm life throws our way.
But isn’t that what love is—always being there for each other. And now, when she needs me the most, I will not let her down.
The Day Everything Changed
Our life together was full of love, laughter, and dreams. But in one cruel moment, it all shattered.
It happened on a regular day at home. A short circuit in a nearby transformer sent 1100 volts of electricity surging through our balcony railing. The moment Shilpi touched it, she screamed in pain as the current ripped through her body. Without thinking, I reached out to pull her away, but the electricity struck me too. When it was finally over, nothing was the same.
Shilpi lost both of her hands. Her head, back, and chest suffered severe burns. I lost the use of my right hand, and my left leg barely functions. But while I struggle, she has lost everything—her independence, her freedom, her ability to do even the smallest things for herself.
She Was My Strength—Now She Needs Me More Than Ever
Shilpi was always the one who took care of me. She knew exactly how I liked my tea, she would remind me to carry my umbrella before I left the house, and on difficult days, she would simply hold my hand and say, “I’m here.”
Now, she cannot hold a spoon, button her clothes, or even wipe away her own tears. She looks at me, and I can see the pain—not just physical, but the deep sadness of feeling helpless. The woman who once cared for me, who brought so much love and warmth into my life, now feels trapped in her own body. And the worst part? She thinks she is a burden.
But she isn’t. She is my everything, and I would do anything to bring back her smile.
A Hand Transplant Can Bring Back Her Life
There is hope. A rare but life-changing hand transplant could give her back the ability to do simple everyday tasks—things we once took for granted. She could hold a cup of tea again. She could write, dress, and regain the independence she has lost. She could feel whole again.
But after months of medical bills, surgeries, and treatments, we have nothing left. I lost my job after the accident, and every rupee we saved has been spent. The cost of the transplant is far beyond what I can manage alone.
I Can’t Let Her Suffer Like This—Please Help Me Give Her a Second Chance
For years, Shilpi has been my reason to smile. Now, I want to give her a reason to smile again. But I can’t do it alone. This transplant could bring her life back. It could give her hope. It could help her reclaim her dignity. But without your support, it is impossible. I am asking, from the depths of my heart, for your help. Every contribution, big or small, will bring us one step closer to giving Shilpi the life she deserves.
Please, if you can, help me save the love of my life.
Your kindness can bring her hope.
EIN 20-5139364
