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Dear Well-Wisher,

I hope this message finds you in good health.

We, Vaishali and Tushar Purohit from Pune, come to you with a heavy heart and tears in our eyes, pleading for your help to save our 4-year old son Rishi's life. He is undergoing treatment for neuroblastoma (rare form of cancer) at the Tata Memorial Hospital, Mumbai.

Since April, our little warrior has been bravely battling cancer that is threatening to take him away from this world. Every rupee you contribute will be the difference between life and death for our 4-year old warrior.

We would also request you to forward this message to your family and friends, which will inspire them to contribute and aid in saving an innocent life.

Here's the fundraiser link:* https://www.impactguru.com/fundraiser/help-s-o-tushar

Thanking you for your consideration and support during these trying times.šŸ™šŸ¼ *
Hello all I havenā€™t shared anything like this before! If any of you can share it further in any of your groups/ with people who can help would be nice
I know Tushar person personally šŸ™

Please keep Rishi in your prayersšŸ™

https://www.impactguru.com/fundraiser/help-s-o-tushar
  Jul 2024 Sarita Aditya Verma
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to the face of the father.

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thin and gathering dust for long
as if to acknowledge
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one day his son would stand before him
resigned and weary
willing to join on his route.

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move in the briefest prayer..

Welcome.

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Written on  25/09/2023
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