“I was seven when my father left this world.
He was the warmth of our home. When he passed, the sky collapsed on us. My mother, just 34, was left with two children—me and my two-year-old brother—and a life that had changed overnight.

She didn’t cry in front of us. She stood tall. Silent, strong, and steady. Through her, I learned what resilience really means.

At 16, I began teaching math tuitions—not out of need, but out of a desire to help and grow. I discovered that I wasn’t just good with numbers—I was good at helping others believe in themselves. Teaching became my purpose.

At 20, I got married. It felt like the right step, the expected one. But the reality was far from what I’d imagined.

My marriage wasn’t a union—it was a slow erasure.
I was diminished, silenced, criticized. I kept hoping things would change. That love would heal. That patience would fix. But it didn’t.

And then, I became a mother.

The moment I held my son, I made a promise:
That I would love him deeply.
And that I would never let him grow up believing disrespect was normal.

It wasn’t easy. It took time. But one day, I chose myself.

I walked away. Not with a backup plan. But with something more powerful—self-worth.

The world didn’t cheer. But I didn’t need applause. I needed peace.

Being a single mother is a silent war. You cry in bathrooms. Smile in meetings. Fight invisible battles daily. But every morning, I woke up and showed up—for my son, and for myself.

I grew my teaching practice and launched After School Classes (ACS). It wasn’t just a business—it was a mission. Students trusted me. Parents believed in me. I had created something lasting.

But my heart wanted more—not success, but growth.

So, I did the unexpected—I started a food brand.
Wisphot India. A quick service restaurant built on honesty and hard work.

People laughed. A single mom, no F&B background? But I believed. And I worked.

Today, Wisphot has 8 outlets and a team that feels like family. I may not have worn a chef’s hat—but I wore conviction.

All through, I remained a mother first.

Harshit—my son, my strength—has seen it all. The struggles, the triumphs, the tired nights. He has his own battles, but he’s kind, wise, and sensitive. He doesn’t know it yet, but he gave me the courage to become who I am.

And through it all, I turned to wellness.

OMAD, clean eating, supplements, movement, mindfulness—they weren’t trends for me. They were survival tools. When the world outside was chaotic, I healed from within.

My Instagram isn’t curated perfection—it’s truth. Raw and real. I share because I know what rock bottom feels like. And I want women to know: it’s possible to rise.

There were days I broke. Nights I couldn’t sleep. Moments I doubted everything.
But I never gave up.

If your life feels like it’s falling apart—please know, you’re allowed to begin again.

Your story doesn’t have to be perfect.
It just has to be yours.

I am Dilmeet.
A daughter raised by a warrior mother.
A sister who protected fiercely.
A woman who walked away from what broke her.
A mother who chose love over fear.
An entrepreneur who kept rising.

And if I could rewrite my life with nothing but determination—so can you.”