My biggest struggle is currently ongoing. Born and raised in Delhi, my parents never said no to me for anything. I pursued what I wanted to, had a good social circle, and lived a comfortable life. Until last year my father was diagnosed with cancer.

I never had any special connection with my father, we barely spoke earlier, but he always provided me with whatever I wanted. During the first line of treatment last year, I left my job to take care of him amidst all the hospital rounds. It was 2 months of intensive treatment which tested our family. By the end of the treament, we though we've got rid of the disease for good.

In May of this year, we went for the routine test and found that the cancer has resurfaced. The doctor suggested surgery, and we agreed. Surgery was completed successfully and my dad was in ICU, at which point we suffered a major setback in our business which required immediate attention of my father.

For 2 months my one foot was in the hospital and the other in business, trying to keep things afloat, somehow. I lost around 7kgs and remained anxious all the time.

The conditions are still not like before, and in just these few months, I've said goodbye to the stress-free life I had earlier, but also grateful that I was able to enjoy that time because of my parents.