08/01/2026
Usually, I was a very happy child.
I laughed and smiled a lot.
But that day was different. 😔
I was coming back from school.
My face was down.
I kicked stones on the road in anger.
I reached home and went straight to my bed.
I lay down quietly and stared at the ceiling fan as it moved slowly.
My mind felt restless.
Tears filled my eyes. 😢
A question kept repeating inside me:
**“Why did Panna Dhai do that?”**
I answered myself,
“Because she was a patriot.”
But more questions followed.
Was there no other way to save the future king?
Why did she do injustice to her own son?
There was no answer inside me.
I felt angry with Panna Dhai.
That same day, in Hindi class, our teacher taught us the chapter on Panna Dhai.
If you do not know her story, here it is in short 🌿
Panna Dhai was the devoted nurse of Prince Udai Singh of Mewar.
When enemies attacked the palace to kill the young prince, she made an unimaginable decision.
She hid Udai Singh safely and placed her own son, Chandan, on the prince’s bed.
The attackers killed her son, believing he was the prince.
Panna Dhai bore the greatest pain a mother could experience—silently.
Because of her sacrifice, Udai Singh survived and later became the ruler of Mewar.
Even though I was just a child,
I carried a mother’s heart within me from the very beginning.
After hearing this story, my motherly heart was deeply hurt. 💔
I grew up.
But I carried a silent complaint within me.
I never imagined that one day life would place me
exactly where Panna Dhai once stood—
not through books,
not through stories,
but through lived pain.
And that day came.
**Year 2023.**
I was sitting on my sofa, holding my head in stress and grief.
The wise healer inside me spoke clearly:
“Shruti, you have no other option.
Kanha (my elder son) must be sent away.”
My heart screamed.
I reacted in anger and fear.
“Send him away?
To those artificial, toxic, abusive people?
They are already ruining my bond with my son.
If he lives with them daily, our relationship will end forever.”
I was terrified.
What kind of human would he become?
Abusive like them?
My soul trembled, because I knew their reality very closely.
There were **three abusers**.
The first maintained the image of being religious, caring, and helpful,
but behind people’s backs, he made extremely dirty and sexually abusive comments.
The second wanted to move ahead in life through black magic.
After playing his entire game, he instantly became a victim,
as if the whole world had wronged him.
And the third abuser—
a woman above sixty—
was the mastermind.
She perfected manipulation over a lifetime.
She appeared sweet and caring to your face
and stabbed you from behind.
When she wanted to destroy someone,
she slowly cornered them,
spoke separately to each family member,
and poisoned them against that one person so subtly
that it felt like truth.
While everyone attacked the victim,
she quietly watched—wearing the mask of innocence.
“No, I can’t do this,” I said.
“Please tell me another way.”
The wise healer replied calmly,
“Then keep him with you.
But you already know the truth.
They create violence through him.
They send negativity and black magic into the house.
They are brainwashing your younger son through your elder son.”
She asked me one final question:
“Do you want Parth to suffer like Kanha?”
“One child’s life is already damaged,” she said.
“Will you let the second one be destroyed too?”
“You have only two choices,” she said gently.
“Lose both sons…
or save one.”
“One last option remains,” she added.
“Ask Kanha if he is ready to cut off completely from them.
If he refuses, you must send him away to protect the younger one.”
The next day, I cried in front of my son.
I begged him.
I tried to explain their abuse.
He did not agree.
I was not surprised.
Abusive people create powerful illusions.
Outside, I pretended everything was fine.
Inside, I was breaking.
It had taken me fifteen years as an adult
to understand their true nature.
He was only a teenager.
How could he understand so soon?
I consulted my family.
Everyone said the same thing.
I consulted many high-level healers and masters.
They were shocked after reading those energies.
All of them said the same thing:
“The child is completely under their control.
They want to use him to control the younger one as well.
They do not care about children.
Their only aim is to hurt you through them.”
Finally, with a very heavy heart, I agreed.
The wise healer said,
“I am proud of you, Shruti.
A true mother does not bind her child to herself.
She raises him to be a true gentleman—
wise, responsible, and pure in heart and actions.”
She added softly,
“Your son may see their true faces one day and return.
And even if he does not,
You will have one deep satisfaction—
You saved at least one life.”
I practiced healing for one month.
I stabilized my emotions.
Only then could I let him go.
And I sent him.
That day, I understood a deep truth:
A soul chooses its pain.
It chooses how long it stays with toxic people.
No matter how powerful or spiritual we are,
Our hands remain tied
until someone chooses freedom.
That day, I truly understood Panna Dhai—
not from a book,
but from life itself.
And I made a promise to myself.
I would empower people emotionally,
so that when they must take
a heartbreaking decision for everyone’s welfare & humanity,
They can hold themselves emotionally steady.
Because **one decision can stop abuse,
and another decision can silently increase it.**
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