I never thought I’d write something like this. I was known for my voice. I sang for joy, for God, for people’s peace. Now I lie in bed, counting my breaths, because each one could be my last. Lung cancer has stolen my breath, my music, my life. And I’m fighting alone.

Since childhood, music was everything. I sang bhajans, ghazals, Bhojpuri folk. Not for money. Not for fame. But it was the one thing that made me feel alive. When I sang, people closed their eyes and cried. When I sang, I felt close to God. I built a life around that voice. I taught students. I performed across cities. People called me Guruji. They touched my feet. But now… I can't even speak without gasping for air. My voice was my life. Now it’s gone.


It Started With A Little Pain. Then Came The Death Sentence
In April, a sharp pain hit my chest. I ignored it. There were classes to teach. Bhajans to sing. But it didn’t go away. Soon, I was in the hospital. They found fluid in my lungs. Then came the words that shattered everything: “You have lung cancer.” I went numb. Since then, my days have been full of injections, vomiting, blood reports, and hospital beds. Two rounds of chemotherapy have already gone by. Now, doctors say I need urgent targeted therapy. And if I wait… I may not make it. But the truth is… I can’t afford it.


I Have Lost Everything 
No shows. No singing. No income. I haven’t earned a single rupee in months. I am unmarried, and I live with my 82-year-old mother, a heart patient who has survived three heart attacks. She still calls out my name in the morning, asking, “Beta, chai banaye?” And I get up… even when I can’t breathe properly… because I can’t break her heart with the truth. “What if I stop breathing in my sleep?” We’ve sold everything we could and used every bit of savings. And now, I’m sitting here, with no strength left — except to ask.


I Just Want One Last Chance
I want to live. Not to become rich. Not to chase fame. I just want to sing again. Just once. Even if it’s my last time. To sit with my students again. To hold the mic and fold my hands and sing —”Jai Jai Ram Krishna Hari…” But this cancer is taking everything. Every breath. Every rupee. Every moment.


This Is My Last Cry For Help
If you’re reading this, please, I’m begging you — help me. Your kindness could give me the breath I no longer have. Your support could give my mother her son back. Your help could give my voice one more song. Please don’t let my story end in silence. Help me fight. Help me live. Help me breathe.

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