Before I Could Write Again

                                      Before I Could Write Again

This isn’t a dramatic story.
It’s a real one — about waiting, believing, and a tiny life that reminded us why hope still matters.

AI Generated Image

 

Why I Stayed Away From Writing

AI Generated Image

It’s been a long time since I posted anything on the blog.
Not because I didn’t want to write.
I wanted to. Many times.
But somehow, every time I wrote something, I felt — this is not the right time.
The words were there, the stories were there, but the courage to hit Publish wasn’t.
 
I kept asking myself —
What should I write?
How do I break this silence?
How do I remove this invisible blocker and start again?

When the Story Found Me

AI Generated Image

One day, I was just sitting in front of my system, staring at the screen. Thinking about real life. Thinking about stories that don’t look dramatic on the outside, but change people from inside. Stories that don’t scream, but stay.
 
And just like that… this story evolved.

What This Story Is About

It’s a real story.
It’s today’s world.
And it’s a story that can make anyone pause and rethink life.
 
In this story, every character has a role. A purpose.
But in the end, it’s a tiny baby — the smallest of them all — who walks out victorious.
 
This is a story of love, fear, faith, happiness… and waiting.
A lot of waiting.

When Life Felt Certain

AI Generated Image

The story begins with Karthik and Anvesha — a beautiful couple, both working in the IT world, chasing deadlines, meetings, and dreams like the rest of us.

 
With the blessings of the Almighty, Anvesha conceived.
That moment — when they first knew — it became one of the happiest days of their lives.
 
They were glowing.
Dreaming.
Imagining the future.
 
Pre-parenthood dreams kicked in — baby names, tiny clothes, sleepless nights, laughter, a life filled with new meaning. Everything felt hopeful. Joyful. Certain.

A Normal Life, Until It Wasn’t

AI Generated Image

Six months later, Anvesha went to her mother’s house in Puttur, as is tradition.
 
Life was simple then.
 
Every morning started with Karthik calling Anvesha — asking about her health, exchanging those usual hmm… haaa… conversations filled with comfort.
Karthik would then go to work.
Anvesha would spend her days talking endlessly with her mother.
 
Karthik and his mother were in Bangalore.
 
Everything felt normal.
 
Until it wasn’t.
 
Just before that day…

The Night That Changed Everything

AI Generated Image

That night, around 8 PM, Karthik and Anvesha spoke on the phone.

Nothing unusual.
A simple good night.
 
Karthik slept peacefully.
 
On the other side, Anvesha had just finished dinner. Her father — who worked in Mangalore in a top public sector company — had come home that day. Usually, he travelled by car, but for some reason, that night he came by bus.
 
And yes — he brought Goli Baje, South Canara’s favourite evening snack.
 
For Anvesha, her father was her superhero.
The one person she knew would stand beside her even if the whole world turned against her. That kind of love. That kind of trust.
 
That night felt complete — parents around, little brother at home, one happy family.
 
By 10:30 PM, Anvesha decided to sleep.
 
And then… in the bathroom…
Something didn’t feel right.
 
Something was absolutely not right.
 
Before she could even process it —
her water broke.
 
Time froze.

Minutes That Decide Lives

AI Generated Image

She screamed with all the strength she had.
 
Her mother, who was just outside, came running.
 
One look — and she knew this was serious.
 
Her father was informed immediately.
This was one of those moments where decisions decide lives.
 
There was no car.
 
Only panic. And urgency.
 
Her little brother, still in college, came out of his room — scared, confused — but this was not the time to think. It was time to act.
 
Her father asked him to check nearby for an auto. Just two buildings away lived a couple who owned a small store — and an auto.
 
The boy knocked.
The uncle opened the door, heard the chaos — and without asking a second question, brought his auto.
 
At the same time, the doctor was informed.
The instruction was clear: bring her to the hospital immediately.
 
Anvesha’s parents stayed by her side.
They rushed her to Puttur Hospital.
 
Just 2–3 kilometers.
But life teaches a lot in those few minutes.
 
Anvesha had only one prayer —
Please let my baby live.

A Tiny Arrival

AI Generated Image

Midnight.
 
Doctors discussed.
Serious faces.
Low voices.
 
“We’ll try our best. Let’s see if we can save the baby.”
 
With prayers.
With belief.
With blessings.
 
She delivered a baby girl.
 
Pre-term.
7 months, 20 days.
Just 1.2 kg.
 
So tiny.
So fragile.
 
Complications were already there:
 
Respiratory distress
 
Temperature instability
 
High risk of infection
 
Anvesha saw her baby only once.
She kissed her.
That was all.
 
The doctor said, “We need to move the baby to NICU immediately.”
 
Soon after, another hard decision —
The baby needed to be shifted to Mangalore for advanced care.

While One World Slept

 

AI Generated Image

Anvesha stayed back, recovering.
Her baby travelled.
 
In the ambulance, Anvesha’s father sat beside that tiny life, staring at her, praying silently. For him, Anvesha was his world — and this baby was Anvesha’s world.
 
If anything happened to this child, it would break her.
 
He prayed harder.
 
NICU.
Incubator.
Machines.
Beeping sounds.
 
All this… and Karthik knew nothing.
 
He was still asleep.
Dreaming about the future.

The Call That Changed Everything

 

AI Generated Image

At 5 AM, his phone rang.
 
A message from his father-in-law:
“Congratulations. You have become a father. It’s a baby girl.”
 
Imagine that moment.
 
Everything was normal till last night.
And suddenly… this.
 
The reality followed.
 
Without wasting a minute, Karthik and his mother got into the car.
From Whitefield, at 5:30 AM, he drove — not thinking of speed, traffic, or fear.
 
Only two thoughts —
Anvesha.
And his baby.
 
By 10 AM, he reached near Uppinangady.
 
Before seeing the baby, he went straight to Puttur Hospital.
Anvesha broke down the moment she saw him.
 
For her, apart from her father, Karthik was everything.
 
They consoled her. Held her. Grounded her.
 
Doctors allowed her to be shifted — only because the mother had to be with the baby in NICU.

Waiting Behind Glass

 

AI Generated Image

At Mangalore hospital, reality hit hard.
 
NICU rules.
No outsiders.
No touching.
No holding.
 
Karthik just wanted to take his baby in his hands.
Kiss her.
Feel her heartbeat.
 
But this was not that time.
 
Through a glass screen, he searched for his daughter among many incubators — all babies looking the same. Tiny. Silent. Fighting.
 
When his father-in-law showed which incubator was hers —
his heart felt both heavy and hopeful.
 
Doctors reassured — “She’s stable. We’ll start mother’s milk.”
 
Days passed.
 
Then came infection.
More monitoring.
More waiting.
 
For 18 days, she fought inside NICU.
For 21 days, the hospital became their world.

Victory

AI Generated Image

And then… the day came.
 
The day Karthik held his baby.
 
His mother placed her gently in his hands.
 
That moment —
Words fail.
 
A warrior.
A survivor.
A tiny life that fought and won.
 
Tears rolled.
Heart overflowed.
 
Life taught him something that day —
Only fighters stay.

What Stayed With Me

AI Generated Image

This journey had many heroes.
Known. Unknown.
 
And without them, Karthik and Anvesha would never have got Swarna.
 
Swarna — meaning Precious.
 
When I close this chapter, it feels like a moral story.
Yes, today we have technology. Hospitals. NICUs.
 
But above all —
There must be hope.
There must be belief.
And there must be blessings from one supreme power.
 
God.

Between faith and fear,
life quietly chooses hope.

--- KG