The Divine intervention - God is a state of mind "The idea of a universal and beneficent Creator does not seem to arise in the mind of man, until he has been elevated by long-continued culture"- Charles Darwin Aarav, raised in a devout family, surrounded by rituals and prayers, but they never resonated with him. While his parents faithfully lit lamps before god's idols, Aarav saw the world through a lens of logic and reason. To him, life’s events were random, and divine intervention was nothing more than wishful thinking. Years later, Aarav’s wife, Meera, became pregnant. It was supposed to be the happiest moment of their lives, but as the months progressed, On an unforgettable day he still wishes he could forget, sudden labor pains set in months earlier than expected, creating a high risk of putting lives in danger Aarav was overwhelmed with fear and helplessness. Meera was admitted to the hospital and her condition worsened. Upon hearing the news, Aarav’s parents immediately turned to prayer as their only hope.“Durga Maa will protect them,” his mother whispered through her tears. “She will save Meera and the baby.” Aarav stood at the hospital room window, watching the rain outside. He wanted to share their belief, to trust that some higher power was listening and will come down to show the divine hand to pull them out of the situation. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the windows, and immediately, the hospital staff sprang into action, preparing for an emergency procedure. Aarav’s heart pounded as he paced outside. His parents continued to pray, pleading with the gods to save both mother and child. At the end, Unfortunately, sadly only one of them is saved. ……………. Years later, a nurse emerged out of a labour room, cradling a tiny, fragile baby. “You are blessed with a baby girl,” she said softly to Aarav. “and Meera is stable.” Aarav felt a swirl of mixed emotions that he still couldn't explain to this day as he held his little daughter for the first time. His parents were overjoyed, their eyes filled with tears of gratitude. “Durga Maa answered our prayers,” his mother said, “She’s a gift from the goddess.” Aarav smiled at their joy, thankful that Meera and the baby were doing fine. As his family bowed before the idol of god the next day, offering thanks and prayers, Aarav stood back, holding his daughter in his arms looking above for a moment with bit of tears threatening to spill from his eyes. In his mind, life was just unpredictable, a mix of fate and science. Sometimes things worked out, and sometimes they didn’t. And as much as he loved his family, he couldn’t share their belief that a higher power had answered their long prayers! Because to Aarav, the gods are always silent especially when needed the most. And yet, life went on. Aarav’s mind said to himself "I won’t believe in a divine intervention until there’s a convincing answer to this question: If there is a higher power, why would it allow suffering in the first place, only to rescue us later from it?" Hereby, Gowtham