2020
When the doors were locked,
The sky was dark and still,
Faces were masked,
Streets were ghostly.
The voiceless roamed,
Not knowing what was yet to come.
Volunteer Diaries
If you have ever stood inside a South Delhi Durga Puja pandal on Sasthi evening, you will recognise the sensory riot that defines Durgotsav Greater Kailash 2. The air is ninety per cent dhunuchi smoke, ten per cent sweet bhog-er khichuri, all soundtracked by the thunderous beats of the dhak and the high-decibel debates of aunties comparing Dhakai Jamdani sarees. Everyone is thirsty for cultural camaraderie, and frantically posing for the almighty Instagram feed.
Into this exact whirlwind, from 15th to 20th October, a handful of us pitched a canopy. We were not selling trending jewellery, artisanal designer clothes, or festive confectioneries. We were Braj Animal Care (BAC), arriving straight from the sacred dust and alleys of Vrindavan, setting up camp in one of the capital's most affluent postcodes.
Our mission? Officially, it was an outreach stall. Unofficially, it was an experiment to see what happens when Braj love vibes infuse South Delhi’s finest.
Volunteer Diaries
"Service is not measured by the size of the act, but by the love with which it is offered."
The sacred land of Braj is known for its divine pastimes, where every particle of dust reminds us of love, compassion, and seva. While devotees often come here seeking spiritual fulfilment, there are countless silent souls who call these streets their home—the street animals who rely on the kindness of others for survival. Behind every wagging tail, every hopeful pair of eyes, and every rescued life lies the tireless service of Braj Animal Care (BAC).
Volunteer Diaries
साल का अंत अक्सर हमें बाहर की दुनिया में कहीं दूर ले जाने का वादा करता है — यात्राएँ, उत्सव, उपलब्धियाँ। इंस्टाग्राम का ज़माना माँग करता है कि कुछ हैपनिंग सा हो, कुछ कपड़े हों ख़ास, चमकीले रंग और शोर गुल का माहौल.. लेकिन इस बार मेरे साल के आख़िर के कुछ दिन बाहर नहीं, भीतर की ओर थे। वृंदावन की कम प्रचलित गलियों में, उन लोगों के साथ जिनकी हर साँस में करुणा का स्पर्श है, पशुओं को भोजन कराते हुए मैंने मुझ से मुलाकात की।
Volunteer Diaries
Rabindranath Tagore imagined a nation
“Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high,
where the world has not been broken into fragments by narrow domestic walls.”
But in the land of Braj, the minds of the four-legged Brajwasis are not without fear.
Their days are shaped by danger and neglect.
They are run over by speeding vehicles on streets that offer them no refuge.
They are left uncared for during the floods of the Yamuna, struggling alone against rising waters.
They are injured by electrocution, scarred by dog fights, and forgotten once the crisis passes.
Volunteer Diaries
On my first morning in Vrindavan, I joined a small group of Braj Animal Care volunteers for the stray-dog feeding seva. Carrying a canister of milk, we walked through the familiar lanes where the dogs seemed almost to be waiting for us. Some sat patiently at their usual spots, while others appeared suddenly, emerging from corners as if drawn by instinct. I was hesitant at first, unsure how close to get, but the quiet energy of the volunteers and the gentle presence of the dogs drew me in.
