Episode 1: The First Crack

 “Sometimes it takes a crack in your life for the light to come in.”

In September 2020, I was working in the next room when I heard a loud “thud.”

It was my son — he had jumped off the bed while playing, slipped, and fell.

At first, he seemed okay. But soon after, he started feeling uncomfortable and began vomiting. I rushed him to the nearest hospital.

After some scans, the doctor told me:

“There’s internal bleeding between his brain and skull. He’s awake now, but the bleeding won’t stop. If we don’t act fast, he’ll slowly slip into a coma.”

That moment shook everything in me. But I knew I couldn’t panic.

I had to stay calm — not for me, but for him.

I asked the doctors for advice, and they told me to transfer him immediately to a major children’s hospital where he’d get the best care.

That night, and the four that followed, I didn’t sleep.

I watched my son breathe. I held his tiny hand.

I was afraid that if I closed my eyes, it might be the last time I’d see him alive.

On the fourth day, the doctors decided to operate.

They would open his skull and remove the blood clot.

I signed the consent form with trembling hands — and a heart breaking in silence.

But the surgery was successful.

My son survived. And in the days that followed, something inside me changed forever.

Out of gratitude, I committed to eating vegetarian for a month.

But deeper than that, a question emerged:

“What really matters in life?”

I picked up a book — No Death, No Fear.

And in those pages, I met myself:

My fear.

My pain.

My longing to be awake, to live each moment deeply, and not sleepwalk through life anymore.

That’s how my journey of mindfulness began — not with books or teachers, but with a child’s fall, a father’s pain, and a glimpse of life’s impermanence.