Iam my own Savior !

It was the day before Diwali — October 22, 2008. My father met with a road accident.
By the time the sun rose on October 23, he was gone.

The world lit lamps, celebrated with sweets and laughter. And my phone rang — not with greetings,
but with people who had read in newspaper about another man’s death in a road accident. That man was my father. 

We never received any settlement or support from the government — only the news that the man responsible had been imprisoned for a few years.

Since that day, I have never celebrated Diwali.
Yet every Diwali, in a still, small voice, I hear a whisper:
"Your treasure is not lost. You must go and find it yourself."

It was not just a whisper — it was my father’s love, turned into courage.
The voice that would guide me through every storm that followed.

My family tried to decide my future —urging me to marry someone simply because he owned a home.
My refusal became an obstacle, a roadblock before my younger sister’s path to marriage.

But even in the midst of that pressure, my spirit refused to surrender.
I knew I was meant to build a life defined by choice, not compromise.

And so, I left India — carrying nothing but faith and fire. The journey led me to Singapore — far from everything familiar, and closer to everything true.

I also tried a Chinese hairstyle.

Within a year, in 2011, while working in Singapore, I bought my own home in Bengaluru —
a home built not from inheritance, but from independence.

When the weight of housing finance grew heavy, I journeyed again — from Singapore to Japan,
to gather more strength, more means, more wisdom.

In those endless days of work, when exhaustion met determination, something inside me whispered again: “I am my own savior.”

I experienced earthquakes often, their tremors echoing through my days in Japan.
Each time the earth shook, my mother would call from India, her voice trembling with tears,
begging me to come home — saying, “We can live in a rented house, but just come back safe.”

And amidst those uncertain days, as I watched the Japanese cherry blossoms fall softly to the ground,
I was reminded of a simple, eternal truth — life is impermanent, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Why should I fear the tsunami, when I am capable of saving others from its waves?
For I am not the one who waits to be rescued — I am the tide that rescues.

Off Pacific Ocean, I found not fear, but power.
In that silence, I realized once more: “I am my own savior. Only I can protect my soul.”

The workplace incident in 2018, that unfolded after I returned to India in 2015, was one of the most painful experiences of my life after my father's death.

There was no one to stand beside me, no one to speak for me.
In those moments of loneliness and injustice, I missed my father more than ever — his presence, his protection, his quiet strength.

That is when the journey of the self began !

But in that heavy silence, something within me awakened. I found my truth.
I realized that — I am my own savior, and only I can protect my soul.

I have lived alone, without a savior, for 17 years since my father’s death in 2008.

I did not just buy a home —
I traveled the world for my work: Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, China, Japan, Hong Kong, London, Abu Dhabi, Dubai, and Thailand.
Each journey was a step further into my strength, each trip a reminder of how far courage can carry a woman who chooses herself.

How did I ever achieve all this?
Through my skills. Through my education. Through unshakable self-belief.

Iam Rani Mehra from the Movie Queen and my father taught me - You are your own savior.

I am deeply passionate about my career, and I believe in choosing my own path — freely and consciously. I cannot, in good conscience, associate with or join any organization where the individual who once wronged me holds, or could hold, an investor role. 

I stand firm in my belief that when two minds are not aligned, even if they are locked in the same room, they will never truly unite. But when two minds and hearts are in harmony, even if they are separated by oceans, they will find their way to each other — when the time is right. These are not thoughts they are the fundamentals of human nature.

These are my thoughts, shaped by the vastness and calm of the Indian Ocean.