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Hospitals have always had an unsettling effect on me, and I can never seem to shake it off. It's the atmosphere—the sterile, cold air that lingers in the hallways, the quiet sobs that echo down long corridors, and the ever-present sense of fragility. Hospitals are places where the spectrum of human emotions is fully realized—where moments of pure joy meet devastating loss, where new life begins, and sometimes, where life ends. Accidents, tragedies, and heartbreak often walk hand in hand with hope and healing here.
Whenever I think of my sister, lying there in one of those rooms, I feel an overwhelming sense of helplessness. The best doctors in the city are treating her, and yet, being in the hospital walls only magnifies my worries. It's as if all my fears, normally tucked away, become so much louder here. I can't help but wonder what she's enduring—how lonely, how frightened she might feel. In hospitals, life and death seem to constantly battle, and the outcome is never certain. All I can do is hope. Hope that she's getting the care she needs to make a full recovery, to return to the life we've missed out on sharing for so long.
I am clinging to the thought of the day she finally wakes up—when she'll throw her arms around me, calling my name with love and warmth. The idea fills me with immense joy and anticipation. Sanyu has endured so much, far more than I can ever imagine. Yet, even in her pain, she never stopped searching for me, never gave up on finding me, even when I was unaware of her existence. Her unyielding love and determination have always been a guiding light for me, a source of strength and inspiration.
I pray fervently for her recovery. I want us to leave our painful past behind and turn it into a beautiful future. There's so much I want to say to her, so much time to make up for. I want to support her, to be the sister she's always deserved.
Lost in these thoughts, my heart skipped a beat when we suddenly heard Vinay Bhai's panicked voice from the ICU. He was the only one allowed in there with her. Within moments, doctors and nurses rushed into her room, filling the hallway with a heightened sense of urgency. Fear gripped me as we stood there, holding onto one another, praying silently for a miracle.
