Wrapped Around Him Like a Prayer: A Wife’s Reflection
When Jiten first told me he wanted to summit Everest, I smiled. I nodded. I said the things you’re supposed to say when someone you love tells you they want to do something extraordinary. I knew it would be the hardest thing he’d ever done. What I didn’t expect was how hard it would be for me. This summit wasn’t just a goal for him — it became a deeply emotional expedition for me, too. One I took from a world away. It was a unique and personal mix of love, fear, awe, and raw hope. There’s a kind of courage that conquers mountains. And then there’s another kind — the quiet kind. The waiting kind. The kind that loves fiercely while holding its breath. In the weeks leading up to the summit push, the tension was electric. Every message, every update from Base Camp and above carried a weight that’s hard to describe. I tried to appear strong — calm on the outside — but inside, my heart was a drumbeat of nerves. I tracked weather reports, counted down days, circled dates not on calendars but ...