Old Age

 

ECHO foundation team met an old age home located in Virar, Mumbai and they wanted intimacy, not a temple. .. Love. .I want my identity. Someone should sit with him and listen to him. ..is not a stone statue...

Temple of the Joy of Faith: Celebrating the Faith by Remembering Our Elders

Amidst the jubilant echoes of a nation celebrating the realization of a long-held dream, with the Ram Temple emerging as a testament of faith, it is important to hear another kind of echo – from within the borders of many of India's The quiet murmur of pain. old age home. While we celebrate the grandeur of brick and mortar, we must not forget the fragility of flesh and bone, those human beings whose souls yearn for more than just a religious monument.

Is aging their fault? The resounding answer, the chorus echoing from within every wrinkle and silver-studded wire of those houses, is a resounding 'no'. They, who built the India on which we stand, deserve a twilight colored not with loneliness and forgotten dreams, but with the vibrant colors of care, respect and remembrance.

Our condition in the old age home is a reminder of this forgotten corner of our society. Faces adorned with memories, eyes brimming with tears, once talking about a full life, are now confined to echoing halls and empty chairs. The stories they shared whispered like autumn leaves rustling in the wind, stories of the agonizing pain of abandonment, neglect and separation.

Their suffering is not a statistic, not a number to be hidden in government reports. This is a story woven from the threads of broken promises, unfulfilled dreams and the heavy burden of loneliness.

As we celebrate the temple of faith, let us dedicate ourselves to building a temple of joy within our hearts, a temple where respect for our elders is the cornerstone, compassion is the cornerstone, and love is the bright sunshine that Warms up their days.

This is not a call for pity, but a clear call from the heart. Let us visit these homes not as outsiders giving donations, but as fellow travelers on the journey of life. Let us offer a listening ear, a kind word, a helping hand. Let us bridge the gap of separation with the warm light of human connection.

The bells of Ram temple should not drown out the silent cries of our elders. May the growing faith in bricks and mortar inspire a resurgence of faith in humanity, a faith that whispers its promises not in grand buildings, but in small, everyday acts of love and care.

Remember, the true measure of a nation's greatness lies not just in its monuments, but in the way it cherishes its last years, its aging hearts, its forgotten stories. Create a temple of joy beyond the walls of any man-made structure, with a sweet symphony of respect and care coupled with festive joy.

This is our true pilgrimage, our sacred duty. Let us move forward on this with open hearts and a commitment to make India a haven not only for the budding temples but also for the aged souls who form its foundation.