Two Months Ago, I Became a Wife. Today, I’m Watching Him Die.

“Woh sirf mera pati nahi, mera sab kuch hai. Agar wo nahi rahega, to meri zindagi bhi khatam ho jayegi.”

(He is not just my husband, he is my everything. If he is gone, my life will be over too.)

I married Brajendra just two months ago. Two months! Not even enough time to truly live as husband and wife. And now… now I sit beside a man who barely breathes, whose life hangs by a thread tangled in tubes and wires, fighting for every single breath.

“Aaj mujhe samajh nahi aaraha ki main apne pati ko iss haalat mein kaise dekhun. Jo aadmi mera humsafar tha, wo aaj meri aankhon ke saamne mar raha hai.”

(Today, I cannot understand how I am supposed to see my husband in this condition. The man who was my companion is dying right before my eyes.)

His breath is no longer his own. Machines breathe for him. (He is in the ICU) His chest rises and falls, not with strength, but with desperation. Every beep in that hospital room is a stab in my heart.

“Main har pal darrti hoon ki yeh aakhri baar to nahi jab main usse dekh rahi hoon. Kya kabhi phir wo meri taraf muskurake dekhega?”

(I am afraid every moment that this is the last time I see him. Will he ever smile at me again?)

Our family has already given everything, sold whatever little we had, borrowed money till our hands bled. But the hospital says ₹4,12,000 more is needed.

“Itni badi rakam… aur humare paas sirf dard aur afsos hai.” (Such a huge amount… and all we have is pain and regret.)

How can a small village family, earning ₹350 a day, gather this? How can I watch my husband die because we don’t have enough?

“Main chup ho kar roti hoon, kyunki meri awaaz us tak nahi jaa sakti… par mere aansu uske liye cheekh rahe hain.”

 (I cry silently because my voice cannot reach him… but my tears scream for him.) He had just started his life with me. Just two months of marriage, and now every moment is a fight for his survival.

“Woh mera pati hai, mera saath, meri zindagi… aur main usey zinda dekhna chahti hoon. Bas itna saath do humein.”
(He is my husband, my companion, my life… and I want to see him alive. Just give us that much.) Please, if you have even a little compassion, help save him. Your help can bring him back from the edge of death.

“Agar aapne madad nahi ki, to mera pati mar jayega, aur meri duniya khatam.”
(If you don’t help, my husband will die, and my world will end.)

I am begging. Not just as a wife, but as a soul broken in two. Save my husband. Save my life!