Some habits never leave you.
For me, it’s the midnight hunger.
Almost every night around 12 AM, I feel that familiar craving — something warm, something comforting. A quick snack, a quiet moment… a small ritual to end the day.
And interestingly, my son Rudra is just like me.
Midnight hunger runs in our blood.
But in 2024, life changed in a way I never expected.
I suffered a brain stroke… and suddenly, the left side of my body was completely paralyzed.
Everything stopped.
Walking became impossible.
Standing felt like a dream.
Even the smallest tasks turned into mountains.
But habits… they don’t disappear that easily.
One night, we decided to try making poha.
It may sound simple. But for me, it was everything.
At that moment, I was at zero.
No balance. No movement in my legs. No control.
Just fear… and a little bit of hope.
I struggled. I failed. I almost gave up.
But something inside me refused to quit.
So I started practicing — slowly, painfully, consistently.
I fell. I stood up.
I lost balance. I tried again.
Day by day… step by step… I fought my way back.
And today… 2 years later…
I am standing in the kitchen again ❤️
This time, not trying to survive — but to live.
Together with my son, we are making Maggi.
Yes, just Maggi.
But for me, it’s not just noodles in a pan.
It’s my comeback.
It’s my victory.
It’s a moment of love, strength, and resilience.
It’s proof that no matter how hard life hits you —
you can rise again.
Maybe not the same person…
but definitely a stronger one.
