It was like any other day. I was on my way home from work. Yes, time is very precious for everyone, but even more for a working lady. I was at my bus-stop waiting for my usual 6.05 p.m. bus from Bandra-Kurla Complex to Chembur. From a distance I could see my bus arriving at my bus stop. I suddenly noticed a frail figure at the bus stop. I looked into her face which had a queer expression. She seemed all lost. Besides she was very old. My bus was nearly at my stop. I was ready to get into it, but a feeling of guilt crept in. I knew that something was wrong with the old lady. She had some problem. I decided that I would talk to her. I asked,” Excuse me, can I help you?” She suddenly, turned towards me, with an expression I cannot put in words. Even without me even helping her, she seemed relieved. Her eyes were moist and were dumb-struck. She was unable to answer my question. I asked her to sit down on a low parapet wall near the stop, gave her some water that I was having with me, so that she could gather up some energy and would be able to tell me about her plight.  Yes, indeed, she had lost her way. She could not explain as to how she came to be at this place where I found her. Slowly, she started to talk in very fluent English. She told me her full name, Gayatri Gokhale (Name changed) but she could not recollect her home address. I asked her not to panic and told her that I would surely help her find her way home. I asked her as to whether she would accompany me back to my office, so that I could try to locate her residence number. Luckily, my colleague was still in the office. Together, we looked up all the Gokhales from the directory and noted them down. Luckily, she was not a SHAH, or we would have had a tuff time. We started calling up all the numbers noted down. None of them knew a Gayatri Gokhale. Now, only one last number was left and we were hoping for the miracle to happen and yes, you will not believe it, but, the last number that we dialed seemed to have brought some hope into our efforts. A little girl answered the phone on the other side. We asked her, if she knew any Gayatri Gokhale. She started screaming at the top of her voice,” Aaaji sapadli,”(Grandmother has been found). Then, I heard a tensed but relieved voice on the other side. It seemed that she was the old lady’s daughter-in-law. I told her, that, we were in search of a family of one Gayatri Gokhale who had somehow lost her way home. She at once said that she was her mother-in-law. I could sense the feeling of relief in her voice. She offered to come to the place we were at. But, I asked her not to worry and that I would personally reach her to her residence. They lived at Dadar. We noted down the address. My colleague was kind enough to accompany me to Dadar.We hailed a cab towards Dadar. All the while Mrs. Gayatri Gokhale was lost in her own world. She didn’t even realize that we were heading towards her home, her very own home, where she had may be come in as a newly wed bride, where she had looked after her family with all the warmth and love all her life. She was going back to the peace of her home again. We reached Mrs. Gayatri Gokhale’s house at Dadar. We were really surprised to see the crowd out there waiting to receive the graceful old lady. She seemed to be the darling of the whole locality. Then, why, why had this to happen to such an angel. We were introduced to an old gentleman sitting on a wheel chair. He looked all tired and worried for the wife who once  must have been the strong pillar of their loving home, having given so many years of faithful service. He told us of how she had looked after all his needs, neglecting her own health. She once had the sharpest of minds, with a strong and clear memory, which somehow, lately, had begun to fade, showing that something was wrong.   Yes, she was suffering from the dreaded Alzheimer’s. It is a disheartening disease, which takes away the use of the mind and one’s ability to know and do. Her husband had tears in his eyes. However, he was a bit satisfied that his wife was ignorant about the sufferings she was going through. But, he worried for his son and daughter-in-law, who had joyfully committed to the long term care of both their parents. He said,” God knows all about these things and the difficulties we are facing, but he wants us all to know about suffering”. That day, I realized that, our Mission should be to foster the emerging movement of individuals, organizations and communities committed to creating a new vision of aging, new models of community for the second half of life, and a just and sustainable world now and for future generations.