>" Andharu entho prayathnisthunnaru....
Kaani ee prananiki velugu raavadam ledu."
--- His mother, every day on those heavy days.
[" Everyone right there are trying so hard.
But this life is not finding any light"
--- His mother, every day on those heavy days. ]
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The world measures birth in due dates.
9 months.
A countdown to joy.
But for his mother… it wasn't that simple.
It wasn't a countdown.
It was a fight against time itself.
Every passing week after the 9th month felt like a betrayal of hope.
Doctors furrowed their brows.
Relatives whispered prayers behind trembling lips.
But only she knew what it meant to wait with pain wrapped in faith.
> "Endhuku ledu… inka endhuku raaledu?"
>[" Why?... Why isn't he came outside till now... "]
She'd whisper to her stomach, feeling the silent kicks… hoping he was still there.
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The Silent Storm — 10 Months, 27 Days.
It was a dark dawn when the pain finally came.
Not the usual labor pain… this was different.
Her body screamed, but her soul stayed still — because this was the moment she feared… and hoped for.
The hospital lights were cold.
Her pulse — faster than the monitor.
The nurses rushed.
The doctors hesitated.
And then…
He was born.
But… there was no cry.
No soft wail.
Just silence.
> "Baby…" she whispered, weakly.
"Chustunnaraa? Vaadu… vaadu edavatledu…"
[" See there! He isn't... He isn't crying... "]
The doctor turned slowly.
Face pale. Voice heavy.
> "We tried… but we can only save the mother."
Amidst the panic… one voice rose.
> "Kaadhu doctor… vaadini kuda kaapadandi.
Okavela babu ledu ante… ee ammayi ki jeevithame ledu."
— Grandma.
[" "No, doctor… please save him too.
If the baby doesn't survive… this girl has no life left."]
The mother's pulse was falling.
But her hands… they folded in prayer.
Not to live — but to let her child live.
After a pause of 2 to 3 hours of his birth...
And then… a flicker.
A twitch.
A breath.
One single breath.
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Life After Death
It wasn't treatment.
It was war.
Doctors tried everything.
Oxygen, CPR, heart shocks — the room echoed with alarms and chants.
And finally…
He cried.
A loud, late, broken cry.
Not of a newborn… but of a soul that had already seen the other side.
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Born with a Threat
But fate wasn't done.
The doctors found something —
A rare, silent condition.
If untreated…
If left unchecked…
He wouldn't survive beyond a few months.
His mother — still recovering — refused to rest.
His Grandmaa — holding him day and night — never let him go.
And
She tried and tried to cure him from that.
Finally their prayers and hardwork came true...
He was cured...
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And so began his true birth…
Not the one that doctors recorded.
But the one where he learned to fight…
Before he could even open his eyes.
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But, this is life
The problems can't take the backstep by seeing you in a good position.
----- To be Continued -----