04/06/2025
I Returned from Death with a Mission
On the early morning of May 29th at 2:30 a.m., I died.
Breathless. Silent. Gone.
But our dog, Marble, became the angel I didn’t know I needed. She woke the whole house up, licking my cold feet, refusing to accept I was no more.
At 3:15 a.m., I came back to life. Yes, I was clinically unresponsive, but I returned — blabbering something that now burns like fire in my soul:
“Grandma doesn't want me to die. She says my work isn't over. Only I can do it.”
She saved me when she was alive — shielding me from abuse, pain, and evil. She gave her life in a road accident instead of me.
And now, she has saved me again.
This is not coincidence. This is a calling.
I was rushed to the hospital and admitted in the ICU for a few days. Between machines, medicines, and moments of silence, I had time to confront my broken body and overwhelmed mind.
For the last few months, I’ve been trapped in an endless spiral of physical pain, emotional trauma, helplessness, and shame. But this moment — this resurrection — made one thing absolutely clear:
💥 I am here to stay.
💥 I am here with a purpose.
💥 And that purpose is to build a world-class, state-of-the-art Centre for Multiple Sclerosis — the first of its kind in India.
This is not just about me.
It is about every single person silently suffering with this degenerative condition, without answers, without support, without dignity.
That ends now.
I ask — no, I urge — all of you:
Join me. Stand with me. Support me.
Let’s build something powerful. Let’s build something permanent.
So that this second life I’ve been gifted doesn’t go in vain.
I can’t do this alone.
But with your support — we will create a future of hope.