More Than Words: A Promise of
Hope Delivered
On January 10, 2025
At Harinagar Slum
On January 10, 2025
At Harinagar Slum
The morning of January 10, 2025, began like any other in Harinagar Slum—another day of waiting, another day of hunger. But today, something was different. Today, hope was on the way.
Packing More Than Just Food—Packing Hope
That morning, we carefully selected every item—rice, lentils, wheat flour, salt, sugar, and cooking oil. Not just supplies but essentials. We knew that for the families, a simple meal was never a certainty here; it was a battle fought every day.
Back at our office, we sat on the floor, dividing the bulk supplies into ration kits. It wasn’t just food we were packing. It was hope—hope that a mother wouldn’t have to send their child to bed hungry, that a little one wouldn’t have to drink water to fill their empty stomach.
And as we sealed the last bag, there was no time to pause. The real work had just begun.
The Arrival: A Community Waiting
As we entered Harinagar Slum, we saw mothers clutching their children, their eyes filled with quiet desperation. Fathers stood nearby, their expressions unreadable (Their faces revealed nothing yet spoke volumes), their pride keeping them from asking for help. And the children—watching, waiting, hoping.
We had everything planned—pre-recorded details, photographs, names—we knew exactly which children were supposed to receive the kits. One by one, we handed them over.
A mother held the ration bag tightly to her chest, whispering a blessing. She looked inside immediately, thinking of ways to make it last longer.
A young boy, no older than five, ran to his sister, showing her what he had received, his eyes shining with excitement.
For them, this wasn’t just food. It was survival.
But then, we saw the others. Children who were not on our list. Parents who had not spoken up before but stood there now, their faces saying what their voices could not.
And that’s when we knew — fifteen was not enough.
PARVINDH
NAINA
RAGHAV
TAMANNA
ANUSH
MIRAJUDEEN
ROHIT
SULTAN
More Children, More Lives to Change
Without hesitation, we took out our registers and began enrolling more children.
Eight more. Eight young souls who wouldn’t have to wonder where their next meal would come from. Their names were written, their details noted, and their photos taken.
And in that moment, we knew—we weren’t just here to distribute food. We were here to change lives.
More Than a Milestone,
A Movement
This wasn’t just an event. It was the beginning of something bigger.
As we handed over the last kit as we looked around at the families, we felt it. The quiet understanding that we had done something important today. But also the realization that this was just the start.
As we were about to leave, an old woman approached us. Her eyes, filled with unspoken need, seemed to ask for help, though she didn’t say a word.
We didn’t know her story—only that she was alone, with no one to care for her. Her eyes stayed in our minds long after she left. That night, we knew our work wasn’t finished.
Hunger and struggle don’t spare the elderly. And neither will we. So we started planning—not just for children, but for the elderly who had no one. Because hope isn’t just for the young; it’s for everyone.
