February 14, 1999 - A day that changed my entire life. In Shivbadi, a place 17 kilometers from Hanumangarh district in Rajasthan, our family had resolved to build a grand temple dedicated to Lord Shiva. The pran pratishtha (consecration) ceremony was underway, and we were carrying out a shobha yatra (procession). As we proceeded with devotional songs and chants, carrying the deity's idol, an unexpected tragedy struck—our tractor trolley came into contact with a high-tension wire. The electric current spread rapidly, creating chaos all around. I was among those inside the trolley, accompanying Lord Shiva's idol. As soon as I saw my grandfather caught in the electric current, I instinctively rushed forward to save him. I managed to separate him from the trolley, but at that very moment, the current pulled me in and stuck me between the tractor and the trolley. In an instant, my body began to burn. Seventy to eighty percent of my body was severely charred. My stomach burst open, my feet turned to ashes on the spot, my fingers were completely destroyed, and my skin was peeling away from various places. My entire body had been burnt to the core, with my internal organs exposed. The pain was unbearable, but in that moment, it felt as if everything had turned blank.

When I regained consciousness, I was still at the accident site. But everything felt unfamiliar, as if I was in a different world. As people lifted me to take me to the hospital, I could see my burnt skin peeling off and falling to the ground. My body was so badly damaged that there was no place left to hold me properly. The pain during the journey to the hospital was beyond words, and yet, I was utterly helpless. At the hospital, even the doctors were at a loss. “Where do we apply stitches on this body?” - This was the question in front of them because my skin was entirely charred. For months, I had to lie on an iron mesh, with only my neck remaining outside. During this time, I witnessed doctors folding their hands in prayer before God. They were uncertain about how to proceed with my treatment. There was fear in their eyes, but their dedication and efforts were no less than a divine blessing for me. But the most heartbreaking moment was when I saw my parents resting their heads on pillows, silently crying. They could not bear my suffering. I saw my father sobbing quietly and my mother standing before God, praying with folded hands. That moment was the hardest for me - I was lying there, witnessing everything, but completely powerless to do anything.

One of the most challenging phases was when I felt thirsty but was not allowed to drink water due to medical restrictions. Whenever I craved water, a piece of cotton soaked in water would be gently placed on my lips to provide slight relief. This period was immensely difficult because I couldn't speak, couldn't move - I was merely battling pain and agony. It was a long struggle. For two years, I underwent extensive medical treatment. When I finally recovered, I had forgotten how to walk. I had to relearn how to stand on my own feet. For almost seven to eight months, I crawled to move around. My body lacked the strength to stand upright or walk normally. It was one of the most challenging phases of my recovery, where every day was a battle to regain control over my body.

Even today, my physical struggle has not completely ended. My foot treatment continues to this day. Every day, I soak my feet in Dettol water and clean them, because if I walk or work excessively, the grafted skin starts peeling off and sticks to my socks. At times, this results in mild bleeding, requiring extra care. This has become an inseparable part of my life, a challenge I face daily - yet, I refuse to back down. With the blessings of my parents and the grace of Lord Shiva, I once again stood on my feet and made an effort to live my life and move forward.

I have been given a new life—thanks to the blessings of my parents, the relentless efforts of doctors, and the boundless grace of Lord Shiva.