12/06/2025
Bound for Tomorrow, Lost Today
Pratik Joshi had been living in London for the past six years. A dedicated software professional, he carried with him a singular dreamโto build a better, brighter future abroad for his wife and their three young children, who remained in India as he worked tirelessly to pave the way.
After years of sacrifice, planning, and endless paperwork, that dream was finally within reach. Just two days ago, his wife, Dr. Komi Vyas, a respected medical professional, resigned from her job in India. The house was packed, the goodbyes were said, and the promise of a new beginning gleamed ahead.
This morning, filled with excitement, nerves, and the hope of a new chapter, the family boarded Air India Flight 171 to London. They clicked a selfie togetherโsmiles wide, hearts fullโand sent it to their loved ones. A one-way journey to a long-awaited life.
But they never made it.
The plane crashed.
None of them survived.
In a matter of moments, a lifetime of dreams turned to ash. Years of waiting, working, hopingโgone in a heartbeat.
Itโs a brutal, heartbreaking reminder that life is terrifyingly fragile. Everything we build, everything we plan, everything we loveโit all hangs by a thread.
How cruel it is, that the future can vanish even before it begins. How helpless we are in the face of fate, no matter how meticulous our blueprints, how noble our intentions. This wasnโt just a tragedy of lossโit was the erasure of potential. The extinguishing of a familyโs tomorrow, stolen on the brink of joy.
It compels us to reflect on how often we defer living. We postpone laughter for the weekend, love for the right moment, joy for after the job is done. We mortgage the present in hopes of a better future. And yet, the only moment we truly own is now.
So while you can, live.
Love.
Hold your people close.
Say the things youโve been meaning to.
Start the life you keep putting off.
Donโt wait for happiness to begin tomorrow.
Because sometimes, tomorrow never comes.
