The last time we flew, you were running around the airport with endless curiosity, headphones on, lost in your music — calm and content, unlike any other child. Little did I know that would be our final journey together. Every mile since has carried the quiet ache of your absence.
Writing to you keeps me going, Adi. On the good days and the hard ones, these letters are my way of staying close to you. In my dreams, in my heart—you are always there.
A fever, a silence, and a fight we weren’t ready for. Our happy moments from the trip didn’t last long. By the time we got home, Adi had a slight fever. I gave him paracetamol, and it came down. He was a bit cranky but seemed better after some rest. I kept monitoring him and …
From Singapore, travelling to Indonesia was so easy. A short ferry ride of about 45–60 minutes, and we’d be in another country. In the first weekend of May 2019, we decided to go to Bintan, Indonesia. We had booked our stay at the beautiful Angsana Resort. The ferry ride was smooth, and both my kids …
Adi was doing fairly well with regular medications, therapy, and check-ups. There were good days when he didn’t have any seizures, and then there were those other days — the ones with the absence seizures. During those moments, we felt so helpless. There was nothing we could do except wait for it to pass. The …
Adi was now a very active toddler. My days were spent taking care of him and managing the home. On the surface, everything seemed okay. But in my mind, thoughts about his health and future never stopped. They kept me awake most nights. There were times I’d lie frozen in fear, overwhelmed by the unknown. …
Thankfully, the medications began to work, and the seizures were under control to a large extent. It pained me every single day to give him those medicines. But I kept telling myself—at least they’re working, and for that, I should be grateful. Soon after, we moved to Singapore. Life settled into a routine. Sid went …
With trembling hands and a shaky body, I called Sid to tell him about the diagnosis. I was still holding on to a sliver of hope—hoping that maybe a doctor would say it’s not as bad as it seems. Since I couldn’t get an urgent appointment with a well-known pediatric neurologist, I went to see …
Before slipping into unconsciousness, I thought the hardest part was over. I was wrong. When I woke up after the surgery, I was tired but excited. I couldn’t wait to hold my baby boy, to feel him in my arms for the first time. But what was supposed to be a short wait turned into …
February 2017: That’s when we found out we were going to welcome another little soul into our family. I was going to be a mom again after 9 years. This time, it felt… different. My heart was a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite put into words. I was happy, excited, and grateful for another …