Founder’s Story

As a senior laparoscopic surgeon with over three decades in the operating room, multiple international publications, and years of peer review, I have learned that physical healing is only part of true compassion. The greatest lessons in dignity, patience, and hope came from my mother, Maya Rani. Her memory continues to guide the mission and heart of Maaya Anubhuti Foundation.

For years, every working day at 8:45 AM, my mother kept her phone ready for my call. Though we lived just 8 kilometers apart, those fifteen-minute conversations became an unbreakable thread—a daily celebration of connection. If ever a hospital emergency made me five minutes late, she sensed it instantly, asking “Are you alright?” That devotion made me realize: proximity, however close, does not lessen a parent’s need for presence.

Our journeys were beautifully parallel. As I pursued my medical postgraduation, my mother, already a veteran teacher and mother of three, completed her Master’s in Education. Her unstoppable desire to learn, fostered by her own mother—a pioneering principal in 1950s Delhi—and grandfather, a freedom fighter, shaped our family’s ethos of service and self-growth. She believed quality was greater than formality, and togetherness meant far more than routine. All our family celebrations centered not just on tradition, but genuine feeling.

During her illness, I discovered the limits of professional caregiving. Medical resources and trained nurses could not fill the emotional gap for someone who communicates through her eyes and silence. Empathy, not just clinical skill, is what elders need most. This experience led me to begin training underprivileged youth for elder care. Their compassion and interest exceeded my expectations, creating bonds and comfort where technique alone could not. I learned elder care is an act of humanity, not just labor.

My mother’s wisdom shaped my professional and personal vision. She advocated for what was best for each of us, even encouraging me to move closer to my hospital for my career—reminding me always that love is understanding, not obligation.

To turn vision into reality, I have given my 250 square yards building in Vaishali, Ghaziabad to Maaya Anubhuti Foundation at a symbolic rent of ₹1 per year for five years. For me, this isn’t just property—it’s a legacy. This act ensures that every rupee contributed is spent directly on care, dignity, and community for our elders, rather than on real estate or administrative expenses. It is my personal commitment—not only to my mother’s memory, but to every elder whose life we hope to touch.

Today, my dream for Maaya Anubhuti Foundation is to establish a transformative space in Delhi NCR—where every elder lives without fear, loneliness, or neglect. We plan a state-of-the-art senior living center with zero waste management and clean, renewable energy.

Organic rooftop farming is at the heart of our vision. We will grow fresh vegetables and fruits on our center’s roof, with both residents and staff actively participating—all wet waste will be composted onsite and returned to nourish our crops. This is not just sustainable nutrition; it is a therapeutic, intergenerational way of life.

Diet and wellness will shift from commercially driven modern foods to locally sourced millets, fermented foods like ambali, and age-old dietary wisdom. We aim to reverse lifestyle diseases through traditional nutrition, analyze sleep patterns and health indices to predict and prevent illness, and build a holistic environment of joy and purpose.

The loss of my mother and the quiet hours spent with my father taught me the limits of both medicine and familial love. Through Maaya Anubhuti Foundation, personal pain is transformed into hope—for families, for society, and for every elder longing for dignity, connection, and purpose.