Back home, emotions run high in heart of parents. The only things they are left with are the old memories and all they can do is to silently shed tears looking at pictures of birthdays, festivals, and weddings. They struggle to rebuild their routine without children and fill the vacuum with sounds of silence.

They are skeptic to share the problems with their children due to lack of definite parameters to decide which problem is substantial enough to “share” during the much-awaited phone call every weekend from geographically distant children. They just need to be assured about their kids' well being. They convince themselves not to burden them with their agonies.

The worst hit for them is empty-nest syndrome as their children are miles away. It’s festive time and the city is erupting all around the couple sitting lonely, but not alone in their loneliness. They don’t want to stop the tradition but as the day rolls by, they forget to light even the customary candles. Now the special sweets on festivals are prepared only when their children come. They start adapting to the solitude but the voices and memories of their loved ones always plays in silence .The idea of going to stay with their children is vetoed by most parents. It’s a completely different world and lifestyle out there, is difficult to adjust. They enjoy early days of vacation for a reason of being with their children but they have vast circle of friends in India and here they have their kids are swamped in their busy routines. They still rely on their friends back home who are their support and can act real fast in times of need.

Then came the disastrous and devastating wave of terrorism that put millions of parents back home in tremendous tension. The worries were countless. The death or threat of danger to the lives of near and dear ones or the close relatives in whichever part of the world they live irrespective of the geographical distance. There was lot of anxiety every parent went through in every part of the world. There are still many aged parents who are crying within the four walls following the sad demise of their children without anyone to console.

Today, a league of such parents has come together to form Association. With their children comfortably settled abroad, parents learn to cope with loneliness by banding together in-groups and helping each other out. The concept is catching on fast where the numbers of NRI parents is ballooning. There is a void that still needs to be filled as they realize that many of their children might never return, except for brief vacations, so they have found a bridge to connect their lonely islands of existence through these associations.

They believe a day will come when they can actually embrace their grandchildren, tell them delighted stories whole night, prepare favorite meals for them full of love, see them grow each day, live their childhood in them, celebrate the festivals with them and be assured that children rest in peace.

Down deep in their hearts still remains the hope that their children will be back. Sparkling eyes wish for their dreams to come true and they live with their children under one roof. The slightest thoughts of being close to them are euphoric but what finally matters the most to them is the happiness and well being of their children.