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For decades, his voice was more than music it was a prayer. He was known for his soulful bhajans, sung not for money or fame, but as an offering to God. Whether it was Jai Jai Ram Krishna Hari in a temple courtyard, a gentle ghazal at a small gathering, or a Bhojpuri folk tune at a village festival, his singing touched countless hearts. Listeners often closed their eyes and felt the divine in his voice. People called him “Guruji” and travelled far to hear him sing.
In April, everything changed. A sharp pain in his chest interrupted his routine of teaching students and leading bhajan gatherings. He ignored it at first, thinking it was just fatigue there were still so many prayer meets to attend. But the pain worsened, and tests revealed fluid in his lungs. Then came the devastating words from the doctors: “You have lung cancer.”
Since that day, his life has been filled with hospital corridors, blood tests, and endless injections. He has already undergone two rounds of chemotherapy. Now, doctors say he needs urgent targeted therapy to survive without it, the music will fall silent forever. The cost of treatment is beyond his reach. The man who once sang to bring peace to others is now fighting to breathe himself.
He is unmarried and lives with his 82-year-old mother, a heart patient who has survived three heart attacks. With no income from performances or teaching, they have sold everything they could. All their savings are gone, and yet the bills keep coming. Still, in his moments of strength, he hums a quiet bhajan under his breath, offering what little voice remains to God. His faith has not left him but his time is running out.
He doesn’t dream of wealth or recognition anymore. All he wishes for is one last chance — to sit among his students, hold the microphone, and sing a bhajan in God’s name. Your kindness can give him that chance.
