बुधवार, १९ मार्च, २०२५

2159: A Tale of My Friend – A Life Less Ordinary


She shared her journey in her own words and gave me full permission to document it.


-The presence of a giant, uniquely different, never-seen-before dog in the OT, locked inside with the head nurse, on the day of my birth.

-A fleet of vehicles and multiple drivers awaiting to take me on rides almost every day—being the only daughter of a father in a prestigious, high-ranking position.

-From giant quarters to an opulent bungalow, my early years were spent in abundance.

-An extensive network of connections—friends, teachers, professors—the list is truly endless.

-Post-marriage, admission to an international university with fully sponsored education, high-end facilities, and comprehensive health insurance coverage.

-My children were born in one of the world's best hospitals, where the room I was allotted was larger than my home in India.

-In the eighth month of pregnancy, due to complications, I survived—along with my babies—on just an ice cube per day, in one of the most advanced medical setups, more than a miracle

-I drove automatic vehicles of top global brands years before they became a reality in India.

-Countless international tours, working in esteemed global organizations, and then suddenly, an unexpected phase—bedridden for almost five months. But I bounced back, even if on a smaller scale.

-Now, flourishing independently—managing doctor visits, medical checkups, and finances all on my own. Due to major health issues, I cannot settle for anything less than a cab. It’s fascinating to see the completion of a cycle within a single lifetime—starting with multiple drivers in my early years and now ending with chauffeur-driven vehicles for every journey, even within the city.

Isn't this a life fit for a king? A truly blessed king...Who gets to lead such a journey? I am the king of my own destiny, living each day as it unfolds—differently, uniquely, and with gratitude. I am truly blessed to have this extraordinary life.

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