Ever wondered if the child in us leaves as we grow? No it doesn’t? And this is why i would like to share an experience that proved the same. As a member of the Art of Living, Delhi, i Jyoti Dhyani and other members of the clan decided to make a trip and visit the senior citizens living in an old age home in Delhi.
It was a bright sunny day when we gathered the folks of Art of Living, Delhi, and headed on to the old age home. Some of us prepared homemade meals, knowing fully well that would be one of the best and easiest ways to get to the heart of the senior citizens; food has its own magic when prepared with love. Along with food items, some volunteers brought in caskets of fruits too; which were relished by the senior folks.
The Art of Living, Delhi teaches us to be kind souls, and to generously be there for humanity around. This is an experience that taught us how it feels to be left by the ones we brought up. Money and all the luxuries in life is what we seek; but sometimes human interaction on empathic forms can make a difference.
The senior citizens at the old age home were ever so pleased to have us over. Their eyes swelled with joy and tears flowed when we presented the homemade preparations for them. They finally had an outlet; someone to hear and speak to them of their problems in life. It was emotional to know that many were left behind, and some chose to stay here because of the reasons they couldn’t control. The tears said it all; it is a human touch, a hug or an assurance that they needed the most- the Art of Living, Delhi was glad to be of help that day.
Amidst all the emotions flowing, some of them were children at heart. They sang and danced, and made us smile; a mask they threw off to bring back the joys of living. All they need is love; this is what my friends and I from the Art of Living, Delhi realised.
A promise to re-visit them is what they asked; without a doubt that shall happen again and soon. But before we left, the chirpy freckles and gleeful wrinkles on each face, told us about the child-like demands they have- they wanted chips, cold drinks and ice-cream. Proof once again, the child within us is always alive; we have made the little one dormant in this materialistic world.
