12/06/2025
For six long years, Pratik Joshi lived alone in London working tirelessly as a software professional, driven by a single dream:
To one day build a better, brighter future abroad for his wife and their three little children, who waited patiently back in India.
That day had finally arrived.
After years of late-night calls, visa hurdles, and countdowns marked on calendars, the family was finally reuniting.
Just two days ago, his wife, Dr. Komi Vyas, a dedicated medical professional, resigned from her job in India.
Their home was packed up, goodbyes were tearfully exchanged, and hearts were full of hope.
A new life awaited them.
A future they had only imagined was now within reach.
This morning, they boarded Air India flight 171 to London together as a family.
Smiling. Laughing. Pratik clicked a selfie, all five of them framed by airplane windows and dreams, and sent it to relatives:
âWeâre finally flying home.â
But they never made it.
The plane crashed.
All five lives gone in an instant.
No warning. No goodbye. Just silence.
What was meant to be a beginning became the end.
What was meant to be the first page of a new chapter became the final paragraph of a beautiful, unfinished story.
A fatherâs relentless effort.
A motherâs sacrifice.
Three innocent children with the whole world ahead of them
All turned to ash in a moment of unimaginable tragedy.
We often think we have time.
To chase dreams.
To say âI love you.â
To make memories.
To start living.
But life, in its cruelest form, reminds us that it can all be gone in a blink.
So while you still can...
Hold your loved ones tighter.
Say the things youâve been meaning to.
Donât postpone joy.
Donât delay love.
Donât wait to start living your life.
Because tomorrow is a promise none of us are guaranteed.
Credits to the owner
