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.

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Why I Stayed Away From Writing

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

 

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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

 

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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

 

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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

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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

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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 

🌲 A Road, a Car, and a Lesson Life Whispered in the Dark

🌲 A Road, a Car, and a Lesson Life Whispered in                                         the Dark

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The wait is over.

I’m back—after one more long pause.

Every time I step away, life somehow hands me a story worth telling. Stories that quietly remind us how the past shaped the present, and how a single moment can stay with us forever.

It was a holiday. My daughter wanted to step out, breathe something different. So this time, we chose Coorg.

As we crossed Hunsur and took the deviation towards Gonikoppal, the road itself seemed eager to speak. Every curve carried a memory, every tree looked like it had witnessed something important. And somewhere along that stretch lived a story—one that taught patience, courage, and calmness in the face of fear.

Before I take you there, why don’t you sit beside us?
Let’s drive together.

This is a forest route. Animals roam freely here. And then there are humans—the most unpredictable animals of all—honking unnecessarily, braking suddenly, lighting cigarettes where silence is demanded. Nature watches us quietly, patiently.

Now… let me rewind time.

⏳ The Story Goes Back to the 1990s

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A young couple. Newly married. Working in the same office—one a manager, the other a financial accountant. A small baby girl, barely one and a half years old, always in someone’s arms.

They planned to visit the wife’s mother’s home in Gonikoppal.

Like any working professionals, their day started early, and work refused to end on time. It was a Friday. Too many files to close. Too many approvals pending. And this was the 1990s—no mobile phones, no WhatsApp updates, no “I’ll call you when I start.”
A tier-3 town. Limited landlines. Life ran purely on trust and timing.

They looked at the wall clock.
5:30 PM.

“Let’s wrap up quickly and leave by six,” they said.

The bags were already packed. Home was just five minutes away. But closing work and reporting to seniors took longer than expected.

By the time they locked everything down—it was already 7:00 PM.

A colleague decided to join them. Same destination, same road. And their trusted companion waited outside.

🚗 The Queen of the Road — Premier Padmini

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Their ride was a Premier Padmini.

Not just a car—a character.
A machine with a soul.

In those days, the Padmini wasn’t judged by horsepower or features. It was trusted because it never gave up. It spoke through engine sounds, demanded attention, and rewarded patience. It glided over bad roads like it knew them personally.

That night, it was more than transport.
It was protection.

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🌌 The Journey Begins

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They left Mandya around 7:30 PM.

Back then, roads were narrow. Post-sunset traffic was rare. No endless convoys of holidaymakers like today. No six-lane highways. Just darkness, silence, and the sound of tyres rolling forward.

They planned dinner at Hunsur. Reached around 10:00 PM. One hotel was still open—as if it was waiting just for them. Dinner done, they resumed at 10:30 PM.

That’s when the journey changed.

🐘 The Forest Test

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Entering the Nagarahole forest stretch near Anechowkur—about 10 km of pure wilderness. No lights. No villages. No humans. Just forest. And animals reminding us that we are only visitors here.

It was raining. Visibility was poor.

Then they saw them.

Elephants.
Standing right in the middle of the road.

At first, it looked manageable—just a few. They thought they could pass slowly from the side.

They were wrong.

Within seconds, more elephants emerged—from the darkness, from the trees—closing in from all directions. The road disappeared. Front blocked. Rear blocked.

Trapped.

A baby on the mother’s lap. Fear frozen in silence.

The colleague sat in the front seat. No one spoke loudly. Every breath felt heavy.

A decision was made instantly:
Turn off the headlights. Stay still. Be patient.

The forest went pitch dark.

Seconds felt like hours.

Then—another instinct kicked in. A risky one.

In one sharp moment, the driver switched on the headlights, slammed the accelerator, and honked with everything the Padmini had.

Noise. Light. Movement.

And then—a miracle.

One elephant stepped aside.
Just enough space. Barely enough.

No hesitation.

He zipped through. No looking back. No slowing down.

In seconds—they were out.

Silence again.

Then a deep breath.

“We survived,” he said softly.
“We’re going home. God was with us.”

Tears rolled—not of fear, but of gratitude.

🌄 Back to the Present

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As I narrate this to you, my car passes the very same stretch. The forest looks calm. No elephants today. Just trees standing quietly—like they know the story already.

🌱 The Lesson the Road Left Behind

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That night taught something no book ever could:

Life doesn’t always warn you before it tests you.
Sometimes, all you have is courage, patience, and a split-second decision.
When panic surrounds you, calm becomes your greatest strength.
And when you respect life, nature, and timing—something unseen always makes way.

Some journeys don’t just take you to a destination.
They leave you with wisdom you carry forever.

And maybe… that’s why some roads never fade from memory.

A small note before I end:
This story is inspired by a real-life incident, shared here in the storytelling format I love — and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed telling it.