Give Us One More Chance At Life

Every morning, as the early light spills through the curtains, I lean close to Alka.

A single tress falls across her closed eyes, and with a tenderness that time cannot dull, I move it away. My fingers brush her cheeks, her forehead, tracing the contours I’ve memorised by heart. Her lips, soft and warm, meet my kiss, though she remains asleep.

For four years, this has been my ritual—a quiet devotion in the hope of a miracle.  

I call out to You, God, with a faith that refuses to waver. Do not let my Babu and me down. I beg for strength, for hope, for one more chance at life. 

Until then, I will keep waiting. Loving. Believing.

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