I was just a young child when it happened, barely in second grade. I was playing with my friends, climbing trees and exploring the world around us. But one day, everything changed.
As I was climbing a tree, I slipped and fell. But it wasn’t just any fall. An iron rod fencing the tree pierced my stomach as I tumbled to the ground. I barely remember anything after that, just flashes of my loved ones around me, trying to help me and keep me alive.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital bed surrounded by machines and tubes at Banaras Hindu University (BHU). I was in so much pain that I could hardly breathe. I didn’t know what had happened, but I could tell it was something serious.
It took me a while to piece together what had happened. I had been in a near-death accident and was unconscious for four days. But somehow, I had survived. It was thanks to the tireless efforts of my family, my friends, and the team of doctors and nurses who had worked to save my life.
For months after the accident, I struggled to recover. I had to undergo multiple surgeries and treatments, and every day was a battle. But I never gave up hope. I knew that I had to keep fighting, for myself and for the people who had worked so hard to keep me alive.
I cannot forget to mention the one person who played a crucial role in saving my life – Dr. TK Lahiri. He is a god in human form, a well-known cardiothoracic surgeon who has dedicated his life to saving others.
Despite being retired, Dr. Lahiri continues to give his services and teach young students. He is an inspiration to all who know him, treating all patients equally and saying that serving patients is the only goal of his life.
I was in critical condition when I was brought to BHU after my accident. Quietly inside, there was a second thought that I might not make it. Our only hope was Dr Lahiri and he didn’t disappoint us.
Dr. Lahiri’s skill and expertise were the reason I am here today. But it was his kindness and compassion that made all the difference. He treated me like I was his own child, visiting me in the hospital, holding my hand, and encouraging me to keep fighting.
I will always remember what Dr. Lahiri did for me. He is a true hero, a living legend, and a role model for us all. I am grateful to have had him as my doctor, and I know that I owe my life to him.
And finally, after what felt like an eternity, I started to get better. I could feel my strength returning. It was a long and difficult journey, but I made it through with the help of everyone around me.
Looking back on that time now, I am overwhelmed with gratitude. I am grateful for every single person who helped us, who prayed for me, and who supported my family and me through that difficult time.
I am grateful for the town of Renukoot, where I grew up, and for the people who still ask about me, even after all these years.
To my family, my friends, my doctors, and everyone who helped me survive that near-death accident, I want to say thank you. Thank you for giving me a second chance at life, never giving up on me, and showing me the power of love and faith in the darkest times. I will always be grateful and never forget what selfless people did for me.
