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25/04/2025
Life doesn’t warn you before shaking your world. And when it does, you truly see who stands beside you—and who only pretends to.
Over the past several days, my mother, her two sisters, and I have been living inside hospital walls—facing every hour, every setback, and every uncertainty head-on. No sleep, no pause, no backup. Just raw determination and love. Today, as my mashis return to their homes after giving everything they had, I’m left with a deep void—but also a heart full of gratitude for women who showed up without being asked, without conditions.
In the middle of all this, there were some silent hands that reached out—not with words, but with timely financial support and quiet strength. My father’s sister and my father’s elder brother’s wife never made announcements, but they were there when it mattered most. That kind of support doesn’t need captions or recognition—it stays forever in the heart.
On the other hand, there are those who feel checking in every 5 or 10 days is enough—like they’re responding to a notification rather than a human crisis. Concern that’s convenient is not concern at all. And when someone’s presence is more about performance than purpose, it becomes painfully clear.
This is for those who get the hint—because I no longer have the energy to sugarcoat.
To my dear clients, I request your understanding: From today onward, there might be delays in deliveries and services. The entire situation will now be handled solely by my mother and me. It’s going to be difficult, but we’ll try our best. All I ask is for your patience and prayers.
Also, in the coming days, you may see me post about a fundraiser. As things unfold, it’s becoming evident that hospital expenses are going way beyond what we had anticipated. To my friends across India and beyond—when that time comes, I’ll humbly ask for your help. Not as a favor, but as a desperate reach from one human to another.
In the end, actions speak. Silence screams. And masks? They eventually fall off.
