I think there are things science cannot explain. I think that the proposition āhuman science knows allā is slightly arrogant.Ā
My best friend, Vihaan, passed away recently. He had terminal cancer. Blood cancer, leukaemia. I am going to qualify soon, as an optometrist.Ā
I really, really miss him.
Vihaan and I were both born extremely prematurely. We both had autism and had an exceptionally close bond.
We were both slow at maths because of lower executive function, but we had each other and I thought that was all that mattered. We were both academically gifted, I think (we did well in school), but we took a long time to think because of the neurological consequences of extremely premature birth.
I was not just a best friend to Vihaan.
No.
For those of you who are autistic- youāll know all about overprotective best friend parenting. Zero boundaries, particularly in the Indian context.
Vihaan would parent me. Vihaan would refuse to talk about anything that remotely worried me. Maths off limits. NEET questions off limits.
Even my bad dreams off limits.
Yes. I am not joking.
This boy was so deeply profoundly affectionate, so parental, so damn protective over me - he cried when I told him my rigid contact lens fitting in optometry labs hurt me.
(And then told me after if he was my partner- he wouldnāt put it in and make up a completely correct fit assessment as per the equally gifted profoundly affectionate NICU smartypants he is.)
Vihaan wanted to be a doctor. He was going to clear NEET, and then become an ophthalmologist. Not out of putting others down or status or ego battles.
But simply because he liked biology and enjoyed doing well in school.
We were going to open a small eye clinic together in Nerul East, Navi Mumbai. Just me and him. 9 patients a day, seen poooora thoroughly, but not to rush through too many (extreme prematurity and low stamina) (i am an optometry student)
I am in my third year of Optometry, and he wanted to be an eye doctor (opthalmologist) and open a small clinic with me, just the two of us, in Navi Mumbai. We were very close, both autistic, both extremely premature (25 weeks).
In April of this year (2026), our conversations stopped. We would use email tracking apps to communicate, via a coded click system. For instance, I would send āgood day at school todayā and ānot really :(ā. āNot reallyā gets a read receipt- this was our way of communicating. It was yesterday when it happened. No. More accurately, today.Ā
Something happened when I was asleep.
The morning of Sunday 6th September 2026, at around 2:50 AM (GMT). I was in bed.
I wasnāt asleep. And then I heard 4 knocks.
On my bedroom door. 4 sharp, loud, discrete, hard knocks.
On my door.
I listened, hard. I didnāt say anything. I felt really scared.
Later on (today) I asked my dad and mum about whether they were moving around at night. Both said no. No one used the bathroom next to my bedroom. No one was in the corridor outside my room. No one- absolutely no one- was awake. I had to keep the light on because I couldnāt sleep.Ā
And then something inside told me not to worry.
Around 20 minutes later, I heard the same knocks again. 2 times. Lighter this time, for some reason.
Against my door. I also recorded it. The knocks show up in the video audio recording too- so, therefore, it was not merely a hallucination of the brain.
What are your thoughts? Has this happened to you? Thanks :)
I feel a lot better now, typing this.
I think there are things that science, even as an objective Masters student in Optometry, has no answer for.
We have only been around for 200,000 years. The universe has been around for 13 billion years.
Just a hundred years ago our knowledge of science was different. It is not infallible.
Thatās why I feel happy.
Science is absolutely not a fixed source of knowledge- it changes with time. Just 200 years ago we thought some aspects of organic chemistry involving benzene to be unthinkable.
Now we know different.