Hospital

My mother and I finished our first Parayan reading by 11:30 am and we headed to our office for Dasshera pooja. While we were doing preparations for the Pooja my son Ayaan suddenly injured his left thumb. We all rushed to see him and realized that his thumb was almost detached from the hand and was bleeding profusely. We rushed to the hospital.

No words can ever express my state of pain. I was constantly questioning my karmas as my 2 years old son couldn't deserve that any other way. Was questioning Baba too as to where I fell short in my devotion and how He could let that happen? But at the same time was also praying all throughout.

It was a Saturday. 1st October being a Sunday and 2nd October being Gandhi Jayanti most of the doctors were off on a long weekend and it was a task to get the best doctor. But by Baba's grace finally after 4 long hours we got the best hand surgeon, Dr. Jindal, in Pune to operate him. He had to undergo a major surgery. It was so serious that there was a possibility that his thumb would have no movement for life. I was all blank, rather my entire family was in deep grief and I couldn’t believe how the Dasshera happy mode had in seconds changed to a time that I can call one of the worst days of my life.

The surgery was successful but the doctor said that chances were 50-50 and we were to take utmost care. It was only 15 days later; that the doctor confirmed that his thumb would be completely fine and had recovered very fast. The joy when I saw his thumb move a little for the first time, days after the plaster was removed is inexpressible! Tears of joy they were but they were also tears of gratitude, tears of the pain that was taken away, as my life would never be the same again, had not my son been completely fine.

When I read the allotted chapters that Dasshera morning, Baba was like all the other Gods I worshipped since childhood. This incident brought faith and gratitude within Him. I don’t know what was written in our fate that day but I know that Baba pulled us under His loving abode just when trouble was at the door and blessed us. I felt guilty for questioning Him in pain. Today I know that what happened was in our fate and inevitable. The situation could have got a lot worse and I am sure Baba only minimized the problem to the least possible. Once my son recovered, my faith in Baba was reaffirmed and in gratitude thus, I started my actual and incredible bonding with Baba. As I am writing, I have tears again, of Faith and Love for Baba that just keeps concreting with each passing day.